Tiny Town Wisconsin around town squarein slow-moving carsthe latest cropgape-eyed girlsgape-eyed boysgazing at each othernothin’ to do9 o’clock, 10 o’clockbut circle town squarethe town cop’s eyeshot on the tailof his gape-eyed selfcircling town squarein his old man’s carnothin’ to do tillfriends turned uptrunks full of beerone by onecars peeling offfor dead man’s quarry11 o’clock, 12 […]
Read more "TINY TOWN WISCONSIN – Darrell Petska"THE RIGHT WOMAN Not knowing exactly when he’ll meet the right one, his bank manager won’t take what he has. won’t lend him what he hasn’t. his lawyer states plainly. “You have no case.” his PR guy says, “Publicize what?” the cop can’t arrest him or set him free, the priest doesn’t know laud from […]
Read more "THE RIGHT WOMAN – JOHN GREY"Grimm Trumps Mister Rogers & Mister Hooper So Goldilocks heads to the bears’ cabin, where momma bear is to the left, poppa bear leans to the right with his gnashing teeth and AK-47, while baby bear is a baby, a new USA, a new real world where the browns and blacks, Asians and Eskimo, and […]
Read more "GRIMM TRUMPS MISTER ROGERS & MISTER HOOPER – Robert Beckvall"Red Pick-Up Truck Daddy stood sticks In the corners of the bed And tied on a tarp To keep the worst of the sun off us. He laid down blue moving pads And lifted us little girls With our frayed cotton dresses And brown, bony knees Into the bed with coloring books And a few […]
Read more "RED PICK-UP TRUCK – ANDREW HUBBARD"This poetry sequence was written by a teenaged writer in Southern NM. We are thrilled to be the first journal to publish her work. the day that we first met. eleven years old, sitting in a science lab that seemed foreign. she was sitting to the left of me, a stranger in an even stranger […]
Read more "POEMS FOR HER ~ A SEQUENCE BY CAITLYN COURT"a young adult writer published here for the first time.
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Read more "BLACK LIVES MATTER – AFROFUTURISM BY BOB MCNEIL"Desert Lion I envisioned a desertlion without a head.It had no tail or paws.I did not like how ithad no jaws or roar.It limped around withno eyes or tears ofpain. Its back lookedstrong. It seemed lost.The tracks it left woulddisappear like themissing head. The lionleaned on a tree stumpwith its back againstit. When the sun […]
Read more "DESERT LION – Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal"rock You see that rock up there on this hill? Yeah, the one that looks like a face? Yeah what about it? They call that mountain the Franklins.A few years before it was called something different and later they will call it something else. So what? When that rock was new it witnessed the river […]
Read more "IGNACIO IBARRA – ROCK"I’m Everything You Know Not No, I’m not the Summertime-easy-living, sloth-slow, yardbird-yapping, lawn-jockey-like idler outside your door. No, I’m not the ski-mask-wearing, Cain-psychotic, hatred-hankering, violence-devoted brute attacking you. No, I’m not the bonobo Daddy-O with my pants down to my knees, leaving the world with a million misbegotten babies. No, I’m not the b-ball-hogging, […]
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