Three Poems by KG Newman
How do you feel / when driving past / the penitentiary on a winter night
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
Yes, that is me / on my pet pony / only two and a half years old.
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
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
When my first wife and I / were new to each other, / we moved into a cinderblock apartment
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
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
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
When my first wife and I / were new to each other, / we moved into a cinderblock apartment
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
by Emile DeWeaver
As a black person, my first reaction to “reverse discrimination” is a tightening of my insides.
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
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
She carries his taco tray, and folds up / his walker, leans it against the faux-brick / wall.
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
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
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
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
You know Frida Kahlo had one wide eyebrow / and a mustache, right? They helped define her beauty.
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.
