Mother’s Day Pilgrimage, U.S. Hwy. 131 by Elizabeth McBride We stay between the painted lines, taking our turns passing politely on the left wearing our seat belts minding the speed and sitting neatly in creased pants while looking out squeaky... Continue Reading →
Shades of Gray for Alisha by Danny Earl Simmons I see fewer shades of gray these days, have a crisper appreciation for the black and white of things. I can see deep inside colors I never knew existed. I squint... Continue Reading →
Dear Park Ave. by Gary F. Iorio She bought a dog to have someone to walk with. But the dog never walked. He ran, and stopped, sprinted, circled, peed, barked, pooped (shat), yawned and slept. Really! He never walked with... Continue Reading →
City Pool by M.R. Smith I exit the city dripping, sagging like hip-hop pants, equally useless; my arms clutched from my risk-on day. On the train I think I must be a sight with my eyes wide and leaving a... Continue Reading →
Jeppesen Terminal West, Denver International Airport by Nina Bennett From the top of the escalator, the security line below resembles a cattle chute, people lowing as they herd through. I glance at the bins on the belt. Dusty name brand... Continue Reading →
Skin Elasticity by Robert Strickland I lost my birth somewhere in all this shit I’ve been doing for the last fifty-seven years. Mother called Sunday. I asked her but she couldn't remember. Friends I gathered around like goose down became... Continue Reading →
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