Journal

Jeff Burt

Four Novembers Child My parents could not promise when we arrived that we would not stay put for good for…

1 year ago

David Capps

Ithaka (Concept Island) equanimity as if here you could combine things in such an order that the gleam of sudden…

1 year ago

Dale Champlin

I Want Something Tangible --after Arianne True When I wake up in the night and the hundred-year-old tree in front…

1 year ago

Kris Demien

What One Vet Left Behind Nine Bibles A dozen towels, washed, folded and stacked on shelves in the bathroom A…

1 year ago

Amelia Diaz Ettinger

Pareidolia the number three appeared in a cloud as clear and tangible as the Esso sign at the corner of…

1 year ago

John S. Eustis

Our Wild Life Our existence lately has been pretty tame, not much excitement to be found. Sometimes we see a…

1 year ago

Ann Farley

The Stuff of Dreams If my mother thought having a Barbie would warp my view of womanhood, she didn't let…

1 year ago

Suzy Harris

Alluvial 1. What I have is a map of yellow, blue and red squares on streets named Lafayette, Rivard, Hastings.…

1 year ago

Wendell Hawken

Fallen Fruit Osage oranges fall thump in bright green circles deer at dusk will come to forage. Beside the house,…

1 year ago