• Wilson Koewing ~ Big Me

    Honey, I’m tak­ing a bath,” Craig said as I was leav­ing. “Can you get that stuff on the list?”

    Of course,” I said, grab­bing the list from the table:

    • Bathroom tow­els
    • Duct tape
    • Galoshes
    • Garden Trowel
    • Hornet killer
    • Bicycle tire pump

    I thought I heard him shout “I love you” but couldn’t be sure over the run­ning –more

  • Michelle McMillan-Holifield ~ Game of Sharks

    The object was to jump in the pool, swim to the oth­er side and avoid my girl friends float­ing like Jaws near the cen­ter of the pool. I need­ed to land in the water with enough room between me and their grasp­ing arms that they couldn’t catch me before –more

  • Steve Gergley ~ Tsunami

    At dawn the earth con­vulsed and the ocean roared toward the last city, the gnarled maze of scrub pine and ruined sky­scrap­ers we had stalked since we escaped our fraud­u­lent fam­i­lies. Those peo­ple we loved and loathed and bare­ly knew at all. The men –more

  • Automan

  • W.C.Hussey ~ The Mountains

    That win­ter the moun­tains were unbe­liev­able. We’d come back from Trader Joe’s on a tired gray day, hav­ing a tired gray argu­ment, and I’d park and get out and there at the edge of the clouds were the moun­tains: filmed in blue fog, stand­ing stark –more

  • Mark Russell ~ Five Prose Poems

    The Help

    The Sloan fam­i­ly from Ottery St Mary packed away their tow­els, chairs, balls, and kites. They col­lect­ed their rub­bish, bagged it up for the bin by the car park. Edward, the youngest, point­ed at the sea. Everybody watched a man, drip­ping in –more

  • Pavle Radonic ~ Land of Brothers

    Somehow in the rush Omar had packed the hotel prayer mat in his lug­gage. In the taxi search­ing for some­thing it turned up. Of course it need­ed to be returned.

    — They will think you are Muslim car­ry­ing it, said Omar.

    On leav­ing the patis­serie at Thambrin –more

  • Erin Murphy ~ Four Poems

    The Strip Mall of Second Chances

    My daughter’s pedi­a­tri­cian has been arrested
    for writ­ing Oxycodone prescriptions
    for her 24-year-old lover. She’s married
    with two teenage kids, but that, of course,
    isn’t the issue—the issue is the drugs
    and young –more

  • Marcus Slease ~ Five Prose Poems

    Lost in Space

    The Chinese bar is full of fruit machines. So many peo­ple are play­ing the fruit machines. I sit at a table warm­ing my hands with warm wine. A sex doll comes strut­ting towards me. Mind if I join, they say. Sorry I’m leav­ing, I say. They turn on the –more

  • Sheila Black ~ Four Poems

    Brave Women

    I remem­ber just the assumption
    we might any night die going home:
    late night A train from the party
    where we drank one glass too many of red wine,
    our sil­ver shoes with the court-curved
    heels too hard to run in,

  • Julie Benesh ~ Two Poems

    Your Perfect Poem

    I don’t nor­mal­ly leave a comment,
    but I must insist on this exception:
    your deli­cious poem was a hit
    with my crew! I only made
    a few small tweaks:

    ingre­di­ent-wise, we like it a lit­tle less bland,
    so I spiced it up with some adjectives
    and –more

  • Mose Am Bique

  • Mark Fleckenstein ~ Five Poems



    From where I wasn’t to now, it’s
    the same damn riv­er twice two times over and clear
    enough for the rocks to rec­og­nize the col­or yel­low and what
    it means. If they wan­dered clos­er, we’d be friends.
    Everything is water if you wait long enough.


    From –more

  • Linda McCauley Freeman ~ Three Poems for the New World


    My hus­band and I stum­ble upon hous­es frozen in time—
    pink-tiled pow­der rooms, pan­eled walls, and mod
    base­ment bars mir­rored as if Hugh Hefner were expected.

    In one bright orange and green kitchen, all that is missing
    is the big sun­flower smi­ley-face –more

  • Douglas Colston ~ Five Pieces

    One’s Significant Other: The Fool

    What one likes:
    an objec­tive, a bulls­eye, you, an ene­my (occa­sion­al­ly) and that one.
    Understanding, com­pre­hen­sion, agree­ment or consent:
    objects that have a sub­or­di­nate or derivate role rel­a­tive to another.

    A child, an adult, a mas­ter, a Viscount,

  • Morgan Harlow ~ Poems

    Observations on Capitalism Written on a Postcard Bearing a Reproduction of Painting, 1950 by Joan Miró

    Forcing need where none exist­ed before, it repeats the trick again
    and again, invest­ing and rein­vest­ing in itself, build­ing, redefin­ing and
    widen­ing mar­kets, and, in a pow­er lock appalling to some and making
    oth­ers gid­dy with glee, –more

  • Charles Rafferty ~ Five Poems

    Negative Capability

    I don’t actu­al­ly want to fig­ure out pho­tons. We have named the thing that was con­fus­ing us, and that can be enough. Light is both par­ti­cle and wave; love is both glo­ry and pain. Keats could have been a physi­cist — he had the right tem­pera­ment. –more

  • Laurie Marshall ~ In Lieu of Flowers

    The gold­en pothos was left in the front of the chapel when my father’s cas­ket was loaded and tak­en away. They took the wreaths of wilt­ing yel­low ros­es and Assorted Seasonal arrange­ments. They took the flo­ral foam cross­es weighed down with ball chrysan­the­mums –more

  • Kevin Spaide ~ Disrepair

    As the road fell into dis­re­pair – crum­bling at the edges, and then sink­ing and buck­ling and crack­ing up – the trees crowd­ed in for a look. One of them must have tak­en a step for­ward, maybe just half an inch, and the rest fol­lowed. When trees got –more

  • James Penha ~ Five Poems


    What once was appre­hend­ed in pas­sion sur­vives as opinion.
    —“Hammer” by Frank Bidart

    Eager for learn­ing, hope­ful for a chance
    to make some­thing of him­self again

    in school, Richard shook my hand
    and sat beside my desk in the office

    the prison pro­vid­ed –more