By Ryan Quinn Flanagan Last night was a doozy. I dreamed I was a crockpot and all my organs were cooking. I was slick with sweat when I woke. Throwing a bus under the bus. Betrayal with passengers. Blue bucket seats wanting off the cataclysm. Wheels in motion. Everything happening at once. Singing cobras out … Continue reading “Throwing a Bus Under the Bus”
Various Poems
By Marc Carver I walked down Congress I wrote a poem at every bench I came to and left it there. Must have been ten or so I even left one in a bush I can't remember all the words but I can remember the soul of them LOST As I … Continue reading Various Poems
Chinook
BY Ryan Quinn Flanagan is that cardboard? is that D.B. Copper on performance enhancing drugs? I could skin a snake with chopsticks while listening to Nancy Sinatra, that is not what I wish to do, but what must be done the sole difference being one of want: what I want, you ask? a cart full … Continue reading Chinook
Academy of the Heart And Mind 