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Jim Daniels: My Security Question

The closet in her room
remains as she left it
clothes losing their dark
interest. Ghosts in the dust.

June 2, 2022 · 3 Comments

Video: Bruiser

After his father gets into a fight at a bowling alley, Darious begins to investigate the limitations of his own manhood.

May 21, 2022 · Leave a comment

Tony Gloeggler: Cheez-Its

He makes a wounded bird sound
if we have to sit at the bar, wait
for a table, or the waitress brings
his apple juice a bit too slowly

April 28, 2022 · 6 Comments

Megan Merchant / Luke Johnson: Origin Story (An Epistolary Dialogue)

From our window, grosbeaks
and buntings tangle into flight. The hours count
earlier now, because of the way they are lit.

April 15, 2022 · Leave a comment

Tony Gloeggler: Autistic Joy

He freezes, tries not to look at me and places
his hand over his mouth as this boundless
sound spills out, his eyes bubbly blue champagne,
while his body shakes and shivers in happiness.

April 7, 2022 · 8 Comments

Paul Christensen: While Boston Sleeps

The day proceeded to turn over heavily, with the sun appearing to be bolted to a chink of sky between morose gray clouds. Poor Boston, poor humble Providence, all those rivets of history to our genesis as a nation graying in the ancient countryside.

February 6, 2022 · 3 Comments

Peter Makuck: Day on the River

It was during Christmas vacation that I first met Mr. Talbot.  His son, Jean-Luc, was my good friend and classmate at a small Franciscan college in a French-Canadian enclave in … Continue reading

December 17, 2021 · 1 Comment

Al Ortolani: Paper Birds Don’t Fly

Sitting at the table with the paper birds,
she unfolded mine and began to read.
I couldn’t make out a word
she was saying.

December 7, 2021 · 1 Comment

Majid Naficy: The Family Koran

There, in the tradition of the Old Testament,
He stoned the unruly women
And hanged the disillusioned youth
In the market place.

December 5, 2021 · 2 Comments

Fred Everett Maus: Yellow

In the days after, we did not weep in each other’s
presence, nor hold each other, nor say much
about our feelings. It was how we had always been.

November 30, 2021 · 5 Comments

Gary Fincke: The Double Negatives of the Living

I could talk
Two hours past midnight with
My father in the steelworker
Idiom of his city.

October 21, 2021 · Leave a comment

Gary Fincke: The Local Cemetery

Says she has purchased space
In the Garden of Dreams,
Which, so far, leaves me out

August 31, 2021 · 2 Comments

George Drew: Positive Space

he taught me how to make a military tuck
of the sheets and blankets; the way a quarter should bounce,
and when it did, the way he’d smile and clap my back. I lived for that.

July 27, 2021 · 5 Comments

David Adès: These Are the Men

Into the lush gardens of their hearts
they took me,
gardens of unexpected flowerings
amid bracken and tangles of vines

July 8, 2021 · 1 Comment

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