Sick Day (2008) by Ariel Westberg Gordon, a dog I know, bows, then glides into my belly as I fold like a paper airplane on the rug. My capillaries don't understand the cough medicine's intrusion. My hands retroactively succumb to... Continue Reading →
Reunion by Kenneth P. Gurney The dead who came and visited me last night in a dream were people I had not thought of in at least twenty years— most of them I knew from college. As happens in dreams... Continue Reading →
Pillow Talk by J.P. Plunkett We’re always searching for him, Yet have we ever considered that he doesn’t want to be found? You’ll catch glimpses of him down by the beach or at the mall. Maybe you’ll see him at... Continue Reading →
At His Wake by Michael Ashley you muffled it not so much a laugh more a murmur best you could muster given the setting- an old man’s pub The Oak [decayed] where every seat has a name a face neither... Continue Reading →
Untitled by R. Welch At a certain point each Spring, after the confidence of crocuses has been confirmed, and the daffodils have come and gone, the cherry trees turn the streets where I live into ribbed, pink throats, and to... Continue Reading →
Different by J.P. Plunkett You tried so hard but it just wasn’t enough Your green leaves, plastic under The artificial sunlight. Your soil, just rocks. You wish just to be stronger. You feel abandoned because I Never took care of... Continue Reading →
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