La Danza by Rosemary Ybarra-Garcia
El baile comenzó en el Hidalgo Hall. Salvador, dressed in a zoot suit salsa, dashed across the wooden floor, jitterbugging the Boogie-Woogie, bugle-boy danza. Damas lined the wall in high-heeled, hair rolls.…
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I Just Want to be Kind by Emily Berthold
Not sexy or new. After all, aren't we all a little acned and hackneyed? And then, like a blink, we're old: scattered in wrinkles, one for each mistake, with the lamest strut…
86ed by Chris Gusek
in my days of loathsome women chasing “you better be gone before I get back” said she and truthfully I was gone a long time ago but the time when I let…
Timid by Cara-Aimee Long
Peter did not think it was a good idea to jump in the car and drive three hours in order to pop in on his sister unannounced, but his parents were urging…
Collateral Lessons by Dixon Hearne
The boy who picks a festered splotch That hides his soul, veils his life, The hefty girl overflowing a desk, Whose foot will never fit a glass slipper, The trembling voice of…
Learning Curve by Cindy Rinne
Out- siders invade your land. Tell you, Hate your neighbors. Your family awakens to explosions. Bleat- ing sheep. Lebanese Civil War destroys your seaside city of man- y faiths. A rosebush grows…
The Fog that Blankets Oakland Cemetery by Christine Thompson
reveals an opaque existence among the silent markers with names of lifeless bodies buried below ground in boxes embellished with gold handles. Inside the boxes life breaks down much like the fog…
Magnetism by Claire T. Feild
Having a fascination for clothes, she wears designer dresses. She embraces the realm of the probable, throwing fall leaves high up into the atmosphere so that when they glide downward she will…
Devout by Claire T. Feild
Tallying fervent spirits he cannot swing, For in his childhood he burned the face of his twin in faith, the smell of matches still crawling through his epidermis. Forgiveness yanks and then…
Haughty by Claire T. Feild
proud she stands, the musicality within, for no one sits on haunches to feel the aloof wind she sends our way, the wind’s decadent force causing us to laugh.
Kangaroo by Claire T. Feild
Our animalistic eyes padlock, meteoric, as the car makes a straight shot down the dusty road from the farm’s naughty realm: the kitchen table the place where flies entertain the smallest human…
Laborer by Claire T. Feild
He handles dirt as if it were a god, tilling it daily for his native plants. At dusk, he can be seen bending over to put the last touches on his canvas,…
Caninomy by Lynn F Hoffman
(caninomy, kay-nine-oh-mee n. the custom of naming a person after their dog) Ranger’s dad meets Rusty’s mom on the path in the park where the beech tree flexes over the little iron…
Eighth Avenue by Lynn F Hoffman
The shine on the fenders curves like the shine on her boots as she walks knee-forward on Eight Avenue sidewalk toward the car door that’s opened for her as her beauty deserves,…
The Bullets Went thru Billy and They Broke the Bartender’s Glass by Lynn F Hoffman
The singer doesn’t tell us if the bartender was drinking from a tall crystal flute which was vaporized shedding shards with Chardonnay every way or if the glass in question was the…
Ice Cream by Lynn F Hoffman
I spent all my wealth on an ice cream cone. strawberry. some of it I ate, some of it I shared, some of it melted and dribbled on the ground leaving stains-some…
Crazy Man by Lynn F Hoffman
crazy man’s walking down walnut street talking to himself, no, not just talking pointing hands, cutting slices of invisible provolone, pounding the top of an airy lectern, slapping fist to chest and…
Blind George by Lynn F Hoffman
old george is blind and he walks north on passyunk avenue not counting his steps, just brailing the sidewalk with his feet. he’s got years in on this job, he hears his…
Hard Water by Richard Hartwell
What is it that makes the memory of rainy days, hard or soft? It isn’t just the volume of the water falling down or the driving wind or the lowering sky. It…
Reservoir by Leila A. Fortier
~ There Is no such thing as Indifference~ In any given Moment we are everywhere and Nowhere~ The pinnacle of flux in Bottomless intervals~ This thirst For something greater than Water or…