A retreat. the autumn each year smelled like old crates of apples. and winter the softness, a skin- wrinkled must. and the house was his passed-away uncle’s house next to an orchard; he had plans for it, he told us, through the smell of old fruit – it would make a perfect guest house; had […]Read more "5 POEMS – DS Maolalai"
We are pleased to present our next Poet to Notice: LANCE GAMBRELLHe never calls himself a poet and perhaps that’s the best kind. I’ve always been able to tell when reading his work that something special was going on. There’s a palpable longing and an honesty of spirit all spread out before us on the […]Read more "the writings of the late LANCE GAMBRELL — AMERICAN HERO"
Middle Age Folly Lurching hole-eyed and numb, he wondered if talking might help. Maybe he could regain their respect that way; he could show wisdom as the product of his experience. He rehearsed during wretched nights: “Did you ever look into a mirror and see something lower than dog shit?” He gripped sheets as fever […]Read more "MIDDLE AGE FOLLY – MITCHEL MONTAGNA"
English Teacher She is the neighboring tree in the yard That will name every branch, Every flower becomes an apt remark, Every star a word to be chanced, The garden of language arts.Read more "English Teacher – JASON VISCONTI"
THE PITHIEST SUICIDE NOTE Dear World – enoughRead more "THE PITHIEST SUICIDE NOTE – JOHN TUSTIN"