Jim Feast

Passion and Materialism As I walk, pushing through the flood of the crowd, awash under the breakneck pull of the Flushing stores; the racial mixture, muddy colored, vibrant, mulatto, trying to remember her face ...

Patricia Carragon

Dog Daze of Summer These are the Dog Daze of Summer it’s time to go to work! Leave by half past eight and the tin can snake is late again doing its snail’s waltz on rails. Play Solitaire in your head, waste...

Thaddeus Rutkowski

THE FEAR I have the fear, But I’m not running around, yelling, “I have the fear!” It is a quiet fear centered in the pit of my stomach. Sometimes it bubbles up when I remember who caused the fear (it was no...

Jay Frankston

Yesterday’s Hero "I was 12 years old when I got my first axe. Fifteen when I got my first chain saw. I was young, and strong, and proud. My father took me into the woods with him and showed me how we could ...

Puma Perl

The Day After My messages all sound the same. I’m sick I can’t believe it I’m crying I don’t know what to do All of us caught, unprepared, unarmed. Yesterday, I deliberated for hours, trying to cho...

Maggie Dubris

THE ELEPHANT’S TALE An excerpt from BrokeDown Palace But what was it like, really? Those wild west, blow-your-head-out times that everyone wishes they were a part of. Like a pot, like a plow "There was hero...

Marc Olmsted

"Homage! Tara, swift, heroic!" - Chapter III, Tara Tantra Facebook cyber-chat filled with bad news and petitions My answer to depression is sleep and caffeine, whichever works first Still. I shake off the blue...

Jenny Wade

Let us praise, brothers, freedom’s twilight, The great diminishing year! A heavy forest of nets is lowered Into the turbulent waters of night. You are ascending in desolate years, Oh sun, judge, people. Let us prai...