The Woman Who Fed the Doves Short and compactly Sicilian she was the pastor's mother––a priest–– her only child; a son. She started her car every morning, put it in gear, gunned it in a semi-circle from curb to curb... Continue Reading →
Rays Fans Every April we fall in love with twenty-five men knowing they will break our hearts. We whisper their true names in late night stat sessions. Carry talismans embossed with team symbols. Each win fine wine. Only we fans,... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast would like to congratulate the following poets. Though it was difficult for us to choose only six poems to nominate for the Best of the Net Award, we narrowed it down to these: Birthday Present by Joan McNerney By... Continue Reading →
A Note, Tabled Thank you for leaving the light on. Thank you for not staying up or waking up; thanks for not making me tell you all about it just as soon as I got home, it being very late... Continue Reading →
“Yume Wo Katare” (Tell your dream) At this local noodle soup shop, arriving at the bottom of your bowl, you must stand and tell your dream to everyone. The chef is godlike with stock, with bringing water to boil. He... Continue Reading →
Migration To pass through the perimeters take only what fits on your person or people. It’s down to the essentials-- the locket, the papers. But enter thickly no trickle. Leave drawers wagging open, chairs overturned, but take years grafted hastily... Continue Reading →
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