PoetryMost People Mow Their Weeds by Duane Anderson
In some neighborhoods, the home owners cut their grass, but in our neighborhood, most people mow their weeds. Some might call them invasive weeds, but to a few too many neighbors, they…
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PoetryDueling Lawnmowers by Duane Anderson
They had matching lawn mowers. She mowed the front yard, and he mowed the back. It reminded me of the movie Deliverance where I first heard the song Dueling Banjos at the…
NonfictionAnniversary Flowers by Robert Rickelman
My father’s cancer was getting worse. He and I spent Saturday together to give Elise a break from the grind of caring for him. I arrived at 9:00 a.m., and she left…
PoetryA Boy No More by Keith Mark Gaboury
Over a rocket ship book, a preschooler I adore said the sky made the moon once sunrays smiled in a big blue hug. I love her logic. I’m told I’m on a…
PoetryNo life by William Kofoed
dark cold silence fills the land bright cold stars high overhead no breath of wind is there now long empty road lays ahead unwilling to leave the warmth behind safe in shelter…
PoetryI’ll never forget the lobster by Nancy K. Hauptle MacInnis
~ For Mark, one of my first boyfriends, who committed suicide after a long struggle with depression. I’ll never forget the lobster, it was tradition long before you ever knew I existed,…
PoetryUnsweetened by Linda Sacco
The bees will lead you to goodness. They will grant you mercy against wickedness. The path they show you is steeped in evil, careless hearts, wrapped in walls of arrogance that live…
PoetryFor Paul and Sammy by Chloe Jackson
My dreams are littered with the echos, the flaming shards of iron that flew from the feverish hammer and anvil of your hands rough and dark like leathery tobacco; Your rock salt…
PoetryIn the Silence of a Drive Home by Candice Kelsey
What is love you ask while drying dishes. is this an act of love there can be love in each room of the human heart where years of sheets shambolic catalogue each…
FictionThe Gift by Clive Aaron Gill
Ernie Sherman, an eighty-year-old widower, sat on a bench near the beach in Oceanside, California. The summer sun dispersed the morning mist. He enjoyed watching small fishing boats float over the kelp…
FictionMy One Regret by Shannon Hollinger
I probably shouldn’t have killed her. I know that now. But at the time, it felt like I had no other choice. I’d take it back if I could, but I can’t.…
FictionThe Old Cedar Chest by Patricia Rossi
It was strategically positioned in the eaves of the attic, wedged between the rafters, yet easily accessible to the adjoining rooms of the center hall Cape Cod, my beloved childhood home, built…
FictionThe Metaphor by Bruce Levine
The last embers died in the hearth. Charlie had been sitting there, staring for hours as the crackling logs reduced to twigs and then to lumps like coal and finally to embers,…
FictionJanice the Moirologist by Anita G. Gorman
Janice was looking for something to do, something that would be worthwhile. She had tried all sorts of activities, but none seemed to fulfill her in a way she wanted to be…
PoetryTreacherous Dune by Megha Sood
Memories slip on the silent back of the dunes those shape-shifting sands are treacherous you see as they promise you an eternity till the next whiff of the fleeting wind that catches…
PoetryA Treefrog in my Father’s Greenhouse by Joshua Brunetti
By the okra and behind the lettuce and kale, There sits a structure, a persistent estate with foundation as natural as clouds, Recumbent soil nearly undisturbed, A triumph over seasons, all growth…
PoetryTo a Fledgling Robin Misplaced by Joshua Brunetti
So strange to have to look down To observe something fitted for ascension– Small though you were, trembling on the ground– So I hastily in human pretension Saved you from the stray…
PoetryFebruary by John Sweet
this shirt with blood on the cuffs the sun just because it’s there just because it sounds like the voice of god when i close my eyes sounds like snow falling into…
PoetryThe Storm by Jesse Thompson
The trees quiver in the wind. They dance in fear of the night. Lightning strikes hot and blue With warm summer days. I hold firm With the wonder of the storm. The…
PoetryYet Another Miracle by JB Mulligan
Saturday morning, the Park and Ride is sunlight, scattered cars, skeletal lines of parking spaces, and a flock of small black birds exploding as the bus pulls out and dissipates before we’re…