Devin Harrison has published poetry and short stories in numerous periodicals throughout the US and Canada.
Dr. Janik is has been President of the Slovak Writers’ Society, Secretary-General of the Slovak Writers’ Society and Editor-in-Chief of the literary weekly of the Slovak Writers’ Society Literarny tyzdennik.
Michael Campagnoli has worked as a waiter, fisherman, journalist, painter, and short-order cook. He taught literature and writing at Indiana University
Molly Kirschner is a rising sophomore at Bennington College; she studies literature and drama. She is an avid poet, author, dramatist, and journalist, who has been published
Dawn Schout’s poetry has appeared in more than 30 publications, including Gloom Cupboard, Main Street Rag, Poetry Quarterly, Red River Review, and Tipton Poetry MORE…
Gabriella Brand’s fiction, poetry, and essays have appeared in Room Magazine, The Christian Science Monitor, Perigee, The Citron Review, The Mom Egg, and PIF MORE…
Tether ball hung from overgrown
maple really a soccer ball dented in
early in the marriage
She’s sitting on his bed,
Can’t remember the deaf or the blind,
The souvenir of illo tempore is lost
With her once at his forgotten side,
The Last Storm by Brian Lawson It stormed this evening. It was invigorating. The wind bent the trees and turned the rain into a water wall. The hail fell as if God had just emptied his ice tray. The thunder roared like a grizzly in the sky. The lightning flashed sharp shards of knife-like light. […]
Nostalgic Summer Days by Ute Carson A cluster of dark trees blurring into a green knoll, emerald sheen on velveteen moss, sprays of daisies across the grass bees greedily drinking from succulent centers, quick-stepping deer flitting by, fallen feathers of magpies. Naked feet dangle in a silvery brook that licks our soles with its babbling […]
Afternoon on a Hill by Edna St. Vincent Millay I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one. I will look at cliffs and clouds With quiet eyes, Watch the wind bow down the grass, And the grass rise. And when lights begin to […]