Poetry

Separate, but… The boss told me I did a good job and the extra hours I put in last week secured a big account. He couldn’t give me a raise because the economy was poor: ‘As soon as earnings pick ...

Adultery I'd bang them out, wine-drunk and excited, and send them off to magazines. I had two lists; ones which liked me and ones I liked, and I'd fire them unedited like a shotgun scaring birds. each one 5 times ...

■ 27TH HIGH WAY   tonight, cobblestones have eaten into the earth, the potholes are gone; tender voids, noxious like hollows of black holes. the congestion twirls & begins to evaporate like smoke. automobiles compete with winds.  & the beggar ...

Home is Where…. Our masters no longer reside in fortified castles that dominate the lives of all who dwell nearby, nor in grandiose palaces that dazzle the eyes of servants, the envious, seeking crumbs from tables of abundance, not in ...

THE MYTH-ING LINK? (Based on Genesis of the Grail Kings, by Laurence Gardner, 82001) Are we the progeny of a race Who weren’t terrestrial, but from space, Who intermarried with Homo clan And so created Cro-Magnon Man? Are tales Sumerian ...

The was an upside down bowl drying on the counter, and I was trapped beneath it, trying to find an edge to pry the whole thing up and slip away. Bio: Valentina Cano is a student of classical singing who ...

DON’T GO GENTLY - By Ray Gallucci Would you rather go Calmly like the snow, Or with memory Of a crushing sea? Ghosts seem seldom seen If they died serene. Most of manifests Come from violent deaths. Spectres who replay ...

I Have Not Forgotten Fancy Prologue: "Talk about the devil  And show me the angel, Fancy Who doesn't need an anvil  To forge or hammer his fallacies" Chapter One: forgive me; I'm unworthy to lace your fancy shoes, I'm unworthy ...

The Fuse I was hungover, boiling water. the coffee smelled intense as trees falling when I burst the foil, and specked my daylight and made me wrinkle my nose like a rabbit unburrowed in the sand. it was good. I ...

ANCESTOR WORSHIP The Gothic doors beckon me in. I enter.  The nave is dim Though from the vaults the lights suspend And through the glass the colors blend. I forward step into the past Where medieval shadows cast. Distracted.  What's ...