“My Mother Tries to Teach Me about Cars” by Hannah Dow If a man offers to help youcarry something heavy to your carflex your biceps and say no thanks. If a man pulls up next to you in his carand gives you a thumbs-upa holler a compliment a gruntflip Read more…
“My Two Cents” by David Rock Here is a grain of salt, a pocket full of posies, ashes,crumbs for retracing our steps (if only we could), or better:pebbles immune to hyperactive birds: gravel, no—gravitas to keep us on the groundin winds of change. This climate has served us well for Read more…
“Friday Morning, Long Island” by Michael Howerton Sitting in bed this morning, wrapped in our blue and white sheets, I can see through the window the exact spot in the yard where I plan to build the studio. It will be our club house where Read more…
“Dawn and Dead Cherries” by Francine Witte Smacks of light as pieces of morningassemble. Dawn turns it all Pangea. In a nearby field, the cherry trees go dizzy with their own sweet juice,get drunk on their own bloodstream. The children are out. Scooping up what falls to the ground. Soon Read more…
“Mickey O’s” by Thomas Donovan Back in the fifties Friday night was usually a fight night. This particular Friday I had a scheduled four rounder at Sunnyside Garden in Queens NY. This was supposed to be a milk run. The guy was an older, over the hill welterweight looking Read more…
“As Far As I’m Concerned” by Amanda Gaines Princess Di looked best in bicycle shorts, carnations are to prom as shame is to sex, & everything tastes better with garlic. As far as I’m concerned, there’s no pointin flightless birds or handshakes or tissues:pain best served obvious. As far as Read more…
“These Are Not My Beautiful Slippers” by Rich Ives Sachem Skipper Butterfly Alberto lives in a cigar tube. He made it himself out of leaves, and he’s sleeping, sheltered from rain and wind and from predators. In color, Alberto is dull. His thick heavy furry body and long narrow pointy Read more…
“fence“ by Carol Lynne Knight somewhere I have never been,you have gone —the eerie cave of dreamers set free to roam the mind’s nether lands. my test diagramsshow flames leapingfrom my forehead —my interior territories scorched,ironed flat, with flashing lights& no trespassing signs.even with a passport, I muststand at the Read more…