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Dog Daze of Summer

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...

The Fear

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...

The Logger’s Lament

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 ...

Some Reflections on Bertolt Brecht, on the Occasion of the 119th Anniversary of His Birth

Franklin Mount

Some Reflections on Bertolt Brecht, on the Occasion of the 119th Anniversary of His Birth “Unhappy is the land that needs a hero.” “Unglücklich das Land, das Helden nötig hat.” - Leben des Galilei, scene 1...

The Day After

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...

The Elephant’s Tale

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...

A Glance Like Flashing Lightning

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...

The Twilight of Freedom, a poem by Osip Mandelstam

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...

A Junkie’s Christmas

Vincent Zangrillo

Okay, you’re right. I am sitting by a pool in the sub-tropical Florida sun, not too far from West Palm Beach, and it is the middle of August, so hot that just lifting a drink makes you sweat. But this is, I assure you, a s...

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A Christmas Miracle, Sort Of…

Ron Kolm

It’s a cold morning, two weeks before Christmas, and I’m walking across 57th street on my way to work when I noticed him up ahead, shuffling along the curb -- silver hair, blue jacket and white sneakers – not dressed f...