The One and the Many by James Miller

4 years ago

Most lunches I visit the taqueria. Today, I’ve waited a half-hour for my chilled tostadas, pored over the Parmenides—coiled serpents…

Bolt by Dave Malone

4 years ago

[bolt] noun A roll of cloth or wallpaper of specified length. As in: I sewed a humid Ozark summer with…

A Dozen Ideas for Soul Unfurling by David M. Alper

4 years ago

Pick apart literature never quite getting to the point Chafe fertility using scissors and tape Compose a song about circles…

Silence by Frances Koziar

4 years ago

I have aged a decade in the silence; it presses on my ears like new neighbors knocking on my door;…

Whiskey and Sage by Kate Autio

4 years ago

what can i say about you? whiskey drunk and clothed in sage smoke, you are not a lover, no, not…

The Old Man and the Deer by Ed Nichols

4 years ago

The old man’s dream had been the same for several days.  He saw a great buck standing beside Atohi’s grave,…

Echo’s Lament by Logan Stallings

4 years ago

If I could speak I would say Zeus, didn’t you know? When you came to me, how could I refuse…

A Letter to Mata Hari, dead at 41 by Cierra Lowe

4 years ago

I can envision your pilot, roiling within his apartment that mourning—despicably frying eggs and renouncing your conception. As if your…

Soliloquy of New Job by Tai (Taisa) Chirovsky

4 years ago

Office work gives you a lot of time to think.  The desk in front of me says “nothing tastes as…

(C10H14N2) by Henry Bladon

4 years ago

Sitting in the shelter/rain hitting tin roof/ spark of fire/paper lit/orange glow/smoke curling out/ feigning escape/snatched back into grateful lungs/…

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