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...

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...

Stephen Berk

The Family Tree To all the sons and all the daughters of all the mothers and all the fathers who blessed their children with the demons that drove them to greatness: Happy Mother’s Day Mother, this two-dollar gift ca...

John J. Trause

The Large Ladies of Lands' End and L.L. Bean "I have been heavy and had much selecting."      --Gertrude Stein, Lifting Belly [1915 - 1917] Because I am not satisfied by the limited palette of...

Rebecca Weiner Tompkins

ANOTHER AUTUMNAL Sometimes I imagine parking lots are water, dark seas no longer dry ground but not either anywhere to drown. Sometimes all the trees in the park are radiant yellow in the end of November twiligh...