Three Poems by KG Newman

Three Poems by KG Newman

How do you feel / when driving past / the penitentiary on a winter night
Three Poems by Lynn Horton

Three Poems by Lynn Horton

Fish fall from the sky / in silvery hooks / on a subduction shore / where boats beat at dusk with hunting
Self-Portrait: Poem by Jack D. Harvey

Self-Portrait: Poem by Jack D. Harvey

Yes, that is me / on my pet pony / only two and a half years old.
Mornin Fever: Story by Bob Beach

Mornin Fever: Story by Bob Beach

The first dayshine spilled hurryish over Miz Pennypacker’s tarpaper roof and splashed the front yard like a stream of melty butter.
Two Poems by Amelia Leff

Two Poems by Amelia Leff

When the beam snapped, / the rope that clung to my life slipped. / The roof caved in as / I saw the floorboards part
Two Poems by Lowell Jaeger

Two Poems by Lowell Jaeger

When my first wife and I / were new to each other, / we moved into a cinderblock apartment
Let the world in all its glorious forms touch you, then write, write, write. —Lee Martin
My Middle East

My Middle East

by Norma Smith
 
My first lover was Middle Eastern. Amir and I met in the cramped hallway of a university dormitory in Eastern France the first day I moved into Room 76 on the third floor.
A Place That Had No Name

A Place That Had No Name

by Justin Carmickle
 
Yolanda had dragged Ian through eight states by the time he was thirteen. After Ian came out her fourth husband’s fists sent Ian fleeing. He’d gone up north to the gay father he’d never known.
A New Way of Writing

A New Way of Writing

by Angela Kubinec
 
I have come up with a new way of writing that doesnt use hardly any punctuation or capitalization
Two Poems by Lowell Jaeger

Two Poems by Lowell Jaeger

When my first wife and I / were new to each other, / we moved into a cinderblock apartment
Two Poems by David Spicer

Two Poems by David Spicer

I’m the Mad Sestina King. / Sestinas haunt me twenty-four hours a day. / People laugh, claim I’m a fool.
Telling This With a Sigh

Telling This With a Sigh

by Emile DeWeaver
 
As a black person, my first reaction to “reverse discrimination” is a tightening of my insides.
The Living Dance

The Living Dance

by Tammy Oberhausen
 
Tuning up, a chord, a riff, / my grandfather plays / Freight Train, finger-thumb picking style, / and we three girls are on our feet.
My So-Called Analog Life

My So-Called Analog Life

by Isabella David
 
About a month ago, an Internet friend’s self-published novel made its way from all the way around the world into my eager hands.
Three Poems by Joshua Michael Stewart

Three Poems by Joshua Michael Stewart

She carries his taco tray, and folds up / his walker, leans it against the faux-brick / wall.
Principled-Centered Leadership by Stephen R. Covey

Principled-Centered Leadership by Stephen R. Covey

Review by Dr. Donna Roberts
 
While countless new business books come out every day, sometimes it serves us well to revisit the “new” wisdom of yesterday.
The Largest Place in the World

The Largest Place in the World

by Clio Velentza
 
I make a place out of my body for you to live, out of the twigs and mud under my skin.
Clear

Clear

by Karl J. Sherlock
 
Slumped into his desk chair, Max has precious minutes to get on the road for one of his many doctor’s visits this month, but I can’t tell if he’s sleeping or braking for pain.
See Naples and Die

See Naples and Die

by Edison Jennings
 
See Naples and die, Johann Goethe wrote, / the deep-dish bay, smoke plumed Vesuvius, / the castle and the terraced hills
Two Poems by David Spicer

Two Poems by David Spicer

You know Frida Kahlo had one wide eyebrow / and a mustache, right? They helped define her beauty.
Lazy Entitled Narcissists

Lazy Entitled Narcissists

by Dr. Donna Roberts
 
Maybe if they stopped living in their parents’ basements and had to earn a living to support themselves they would shape up.

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