Prose Poetry: Of The Moon by Claire Phelan
March 4, 2014
Of The Moon Got a twenty percent on the last test, it’s almost nostalgia, that pre-college feeling of incredibly stupid,…
Why This Empty Bottle Is As Hollow As My Soul by Carl Kuleck
February 19, 2014
His name was Matt, but to protect the anonymity of the subject we’ll call him Natt. He was the boss…
Poetry: Excerpt from 23 Fragments by Erik Pecukonis
April 11, 2013
XII. Wilderness ‘The last mist rolled over the city,’ serves a purpose to us both. The light, again, comes…
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