Dog Food – Part One
Total: 0 Average: 0You must sign in to vote“I found a dog today,” said Aaron. “He was walking around near where the subway used to be. I tried to call him closer, but he...
LEGENDS
High Rises
Total: 0 Average: 0You must sign in to votePoem High rises grow from the city like weeds. Concrete is supple soil if the gardener is nurturing and ruthless. Living things need both to...
Ice Cream Fling
Total: 0 Average: 0You must sign in to voteShort Story After briefly scanning the area of the Dairy Queen parking lot, Rachel pulled her car into the spot next to another car she...
Woe of the Ballerina
Total: 0 Average: 0You must sign in to votePoem There once was a girl named Pearl. Upon a stage she did twirl. But dancing is tough she wasn’t skinny enough so in the...
The Lot Lizard King
Total: 0 Average: 0You must sign in to voteShort Story The highway glistened with every fat rain drop as the fading sun beamed a bright orange into the cars rearview mirror. Jerry Wells’s...
Death of a Karaganda January
Total: 0 Average: 0You must sign in to votePoem The world swims into focus And I pick the burden back up, Smile and wave. Through my special glasses, some days, Is the only...
Addictions
Total: 0 Average: 0You must sign in to votePoem Givens: things you can’t subtract -and those you won’t. Time was needle-sharp when new to separate skins. Each longs for unadulterated blood: the fresh...
Strange Chinese Hat
Total: 0 Average: 0You must sign in to votePoem There is Pâquerette in sepia toned photographs like a ghost in strange Chinese hat and shimmering dark dress. She sits beside Pablo in the...
First Experience
Total: 0 Average: 0You must sign in to voteHaibun The family room lights are off. Daylight streams through windows flanking the chimney. She and I sit on a plaid-upholstered couch in an awkward...
What’s Next
Total: 0 Average: 0You must sign in to votePoem What’s Next? I had a day I worked Did something for the world Gave someone my time Got myself paid Everything was fine I...
The Machine
Total: 0 Average: 0You must sign in to votePoem The slow spinning cycle turns, And the needle quivers its way back To true north. This machine of mediation Weathers the winds and rains...
