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...

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...

George Wallace

These three poems will appear in George Wallace's latest book, "Shadow of the Slow Decline" (Blue Light Press, SF Ca), scheduled for release in the spring of 2017.   SHE LIVES IN A LITTLE PLACE OF BOATS Like a...

Jim Feast

Clarissa felt as if she had gone from starving on a diet of bread and water to gorging on a bountiful smorgasbord. In Oblong, where she grew up, any glimmerings of culture were hard to discern. Her one friend in school, a f...