Suitcase by Claire Scott It’s your father you must come really? she expects me to see him? to travel two thousand miles to see the man who sharp tongued me straight to Chicago, the man who told me & told me I was a dolt, a dope, a staggering disappointment my therapist chatters on &…
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Damascus in Syria before the war by Sofia Kioroglou
Sofia Kioroglou is a twice award-winning poet, author of two poetry books, flash fiction writer of ” Cubicle Coma” published by Books’ Journal & Planodion and prolific blogger from Greece.
The Man Arriving by George Moore
George Moore publications include The Atlantic Monthly, Poetry, North American Review, Colorado Review, Antigonish, Blast, and Orion. After teaching literature
hot combs catfish crumbs and bad men by Tara Stringfellow
tmstringfellow (Tara Stringfellow) is a poet and an attorney living in Chicago, originally from Memphis, Tennessee and Okinawa, Japan. SThird World Press published her first collection of poetry
Running for Home by Steve De France
Steve De France is a widely published poet, playwright and essayist both in America and in Great Britain. His work has appeared in literary publications in America,
How I Discovered America by Brian Beatty
Brian Beatty’s poems and stories have appeared in numerous print and online publications, including The Bark, Conduit, Dark Mountain (England), The Evergreen Review
ANASTASIA by Louis Gallo
Louis Gallo’s work has appeared or will shortly appear in Southern Literary Review, FictionFix, Glimmer Train, Hollins Critic, Rattle, Southern Quarterly, Litro, NewOrleans Review, Xavier Review
A Note About Chi Chi
I am Dustin Lowman. I live in Nashville, TN, and I write poems and songs. Most of my conception of myself is tied up in what I write in my poems and songs, and I have a lot of fun doing it.
Mayo Clinic by Claire Scott
Mayo Clinic by Claire Scott A hotel in Scottsdale, Arizona Walking distance they said We opened the door to A hundred degree blast We drove two blocks To the Mayo Clinic Met Dr. S. Crawford Who seemed distracted Forgot our names Mumbled a vague plan For the week ahead She didn’t look like the God…
PÈRE LACHAISE, PARIS by Beth Boylan
Beth Boylan loves hiking, reading, and eating cheese. She tries to make sense of the world around her through the written word. Beth teaches high school English