By Wanda Morrow Clevenger at an after-funeral meal just one small town over one of the church ladies spoke of another young man also recently gone but by his own hand his parents had named him Elvis this was all I had to go on Wanda Morrow Clevenger lives in Hettick, IL. She … Continue reading a different elvis
Wait For Your Turn
By Pat St. Pierre
weekend in Old St. Charles
By Wanda Morrow Clevenger at the Amerisports Bar & Grill a flurry of females in flapper frocks condoms glued to the bride’s veil Wanda Morrow Clevenger lives in Hettick, IL. She use to keep small birds but they continued to commit suicide on her watch. Now she randomly kills orchids.
Poems by Marc Carver
By Marc Carver DESTROY Give me just one one moment of pure joy wonder pure love just a needle's head a reversal of time let it sink into my bones that pure love even if it destroys me I walked to the big aviary in the park you could hear the noise of all those … Continue reading Poems by Marc Carver
Initiate
By Ryan Quinn Flanagan step forward mind the line it is there for your protection don’t blink answer truthfully let me know if you feel any pain give blood give your samples authenticity accepted step forward mind the line it is there for your protection… Ryan … Continue reading Initiate
You’re a Cage Fighter, of Course there is Blood.
By Ryan Quinn Flanagan The pregnant are ready to pop. Always expecting. Busy ants lead back to sugar. And there is this gym you train at in Brooklyn where they teach ju-jitsu as a first language. A striker shoring up their game. You’re a cage fighter, of course there is blood. Some of yours … Continue reading You’re a Cage Fighter, of Course there is Blood.
Walking on the Green
By Ryan Flanagan A man will only stop smoking when he thinks less of chimneys it is hard to give up on anything that is cool when you imagine yourself half as much me, I’m more like spoiled petroleum jelly or Oliver Twist’s sticky wet dream or Joan Crawford in Mildred … Continue reading Walking on the Green
