Revenge by Leanne Adler
Revenge by Leanne Adler Good lord, please start, Gloria thought as her eyes roamed the busy room and she registered
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Richard Edwards has a BFA in Creative Writing and Journalism from Bowling Green State University and an M.S. in Education from the University of Akron. Managing editor of Drunk Duck, poetry editor for Prairie Margins, reporter for Miscellany, Akron Journal, Lorain Journal, and The BG News. He has also worked as a professional writer and editor in the medical publishing industry for several years. For the last 15 years Richard has also taught literature and writing at the secondary and post-secondary levels. He works much of the time with at-risk students.
Life As A Tattoo by J White
I walk out of the paper factory all sweaty and pissed off. My tattoo-covered arms are dripping with dirty sweat. My long hair and beard are full of dust and bits of raw paper as tiny as gnats. It is always the same at the paper factory in the summer time. By day?s end I am sweaty and pissed.
Continue readingCowgirl Love By Gary V. Powell
She was pretty as the Sierra Madres in winter, leaving her girlfriends behind to sip their beers. The boy she danced with couldn?t rope calves much less break broncos, while she could have ridden bulls into the ground. I sipped Bourbon and watched her rhinestones shimmer, her hips sharp enough to rip denim.
Continue readingMarilyn Monroe Moment by Courtney Smart
Marilyn Monroe Moment by Courtney Smart There is not a teenage girl more sheltered, na?ve, and always out of my
Continue readingThe Tile by Veronique Kootstra
?Waiting for change always seems to take longer than you would expect.?
Amy must have read this sentence thousands of times. If it was a saying by a famous writer or philosopher she might see the point, but they?re her mum?s own words. The yellow tile stands out against pale blue wall; the writing is done in black, calligraphic letters.
Bird Lesson by John Francis Steffen
Recently one of the cardinals in my back yard performed a unique variation on his usual song. I was fortunate enough to be outside at the time, tying basil plants for drying. As I stood listening to his melody I recollected an experience I had had many years ago while traveling south on the Oregon coast highway.
Continue readingCan You Help My Daughter? by Surbhi Thukral
?It is Michael,? she screamed in terror.
?Can you help my daughter?? Mrs. Gray asked desperately.
Michelle froze at the sight of Dr.Nelson. She gave a feeble cry as he took a sample of her blood.
Continue readingI Sit, and Watch by Owain G Evans
All I do is sit, and watch. Watch for the light, that?s what I?m told. So I watch.
Continue readingIt Never Ends by Frank Joussen
?It Never Ends by Frank Joussen A single red rose in the middle. It?s a nice enough grave. Well, if
Continue readingBlue China by Jason Ehlen
I haven?t seen the sun for weeks. Months really. Maybe one day last month. And everybody talked about how beautiful the blue sky was.
Amazed at the sight of the sun. Really?
Continue readingGuapo by N. Fabal
Guapo by N. Fabal Name?s Guapo, I run the streets around here. From the Sedanos on Palm to the Red
Continue readingDaddy Dearest by Sue Buckwell
Daddy Dearest by Sue Buckwell My father was a psychoanalyst and instilled in me a fear of almost everything. Being
Continue readingThe Day of the Dead by RLB Hartmann
The Day of the Dead by RLB Hartmann It’s October. The air has grown mild and dry, sere like the
Continue readingStep Two by Julia Newman
Step Two by Julia Newman I wish I could sit down right here. Would that be so weird? In the
Continue readingTurtle Dreams by Susan Dickman
Turtle Dreams ?by Susan Dickman She inhabited a different universe. Metaphorically stuffed cotton in her ears while others listened to
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