August 29, 2013
What’s A Fullmoon Mysticism? Corpse paint, squawked CindyDiane’s friend Meredith. I don’t even know what that is. What is…
August 22, 2013
I walked without thinking into a well-dressed younger woman, younger than me I mean, coming out of the tavern.…
August 15, 2013
4am in the morning threading through sepsis streets with my pockets full of crumpled receipts.…
August 7, 2013
I panicked after I told Steven that I would read a story out loud at our next writing group meeting.…
August 7, 2013
How’s this for a social experiment… 1. Fill a couple duffel bags full of drums and percussion. 2. Show up…
July 29, 2013
look at the camera now tilt your head to the left act like you’re crying…
July 25, 2013
Playing With Rockets Mother frisbees palm frond. Laced flabellum cut too thick. Factory boss geeks wave like a…
July 18, 2013
Liam gave me a push. Suddenly he was roaring with laughter and spouting Monty Python lines. “You Americans always know…
July 7, 2013
R.M. O'Brien affords us an opportunity to ponder downside of rapture and the parallels between Satan and Glen Beck.…
June 24, 2013
Ashtray Mouth I swear, she makes me want to change my name. When she puts on her face, I…
June 13, 2013
Two poems, each an escape into wistful rumination, events that we've heard of but couldn't have actually seen. …
May 30, 2013
3. Une Graine Ambulances and cars slam screaming, moon soaked, through the hard streets baked clean by the sun all…
May 23, 2013
They made their way out of the parking deck into the frigid air. Henry dawdled at the rear behind…
May 16, 2013
news we don’t give ourselves enough credit for not being violent: old lady in the library reading tolstoy; the family…
May 9, 2013
After Tracy Dimond I’m glad to hear that you’ve been taking care of yourself. My body is the…
May 2, 2013
When our dog died, my dad told us he would get another dog for the house. My brother Pete had…
April 23, 2013
Burying the hatchets They’re all about heroics, these skeletons—showing up on Saturdays for dinner and a nap. They might…
April 18, 2013
Summer Flu I was wearing the new dress My prettiest When my boyfriend’s sickness Took me I was petting…
April 11, 2013
XII. Wilderness ‘The last mist rolled over the city,’ serves a purpose to us both. The light, again, comes…