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
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
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
The Jump
By Ryan Quinn Flanagan jump in a river jump because Van Halen said so jump to conclusions because of a faulty leg from the war that makes the VA hospital look like the Sears Tower on crack the way you limp through the front door and your wife tries not to look at … Continue reading The Jump
Mortar Dry
By Ryan Flanagan the weather down here is a scapegoat that cymbal you see is band leftovers my raucous stuffed into an aluminum air vent with comparable local rag circulation particle board fission taster squint shadows under numbered doors unruly marshland flooding over seven denarius hills hold my … Continue reading Mortar Dry
Poems by J.J. Campbell
yet another bridge my poisoned mind has burned yet another bridge thankfully, i still know how to swim ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ in southern ohio dance naked in the rain in a river in southern ohio pay no attention to the thunder and lightning let the river carry you downstream spark a mystery that will wake a sleepy … Continue reading Poems by J.J. Campbell
Song of Songs
By Marvel Pephel Nneka is not dead, but she wishes she was. What she has just seen is unbearable. What life is doing to her, she thinks, is not fair. She wants to die, but she won't. She wishes she wasn't callous. *** Light rises on Chekwube, a young chubby girl with … Continue reading Song of Songs
Ornamental Grasses
By Kelli J Gavin When I was a child, we didn’t travel very often. I didn’t even board a plane until I was 11 years old. We would go to cabins in the woods for a couple nights or so, but they were always within a few hours of home. My dad and mom worked very … Continue reading Ornamental Grasses
Academy of the Heart And Mind 