September 16, 2018

     Damn these stupid shoes! Kristin Webster stumbled and nearly fell as a three-inch heel sank into a crack in the sidewalk. She looked down in disgust. If she’d been thinking better, she’d at least have taken a moment to change before leaving in such a hur...

September 1, 2018

dateline 2 february 2018

boss, you are not answering your email, so i decided to help you out where my invertebrate reporting and the unique perspective of a carpenter ant will be illuminating.  don’t worry, on the internet, nobody knows you are an ant. even though i ca...

September 1, 2018

     Vida Cosmos might have helped give birth to the Hostess, but she had never planned on merging with Her. During Vida's  all-too-brief life in the flesh she'd always been unassuming, living, at least to the naked eye, far below her potential. She lived to support he...

September 1, 2018

     World renowned contralto Josephette Congo was as alone as she could get on the observation deck of the luxury yacht Sea Dragon. It was a lovely moonlit night. The seas were calm and the stars sparkled like fairy dust in the achingly clear sky. Josep...

September 1, 2018

     Vanilla scented incense spiraled upward from a tasteful clutter of Hindu deity figurines, massage therapy brochures and a stone bowl of white stargazer lilies yawning freshly open. Rhonda squeezed a grape seed oil puddle into her palm and set the bottle down next...

September 1, 2018

Aileron

Geraldine Connolly

Terrapin Books, 2018

Upon seeing the title of Geraldine Connolly’s new collection, Aileron, I thought the book would be poems about travel. In a broad metaphorical sense, it is. Travel through memories,  one’s history, one’s childhood, the movem...

September 1, 2018

Everything Pure as Nothing

Patric Pepper

Finishing Line Press 2017, $14.99

Also Available from Amazon

There’s a theme in this collection of twenty-five poems from Patric Pepper. Some books of poetry claiming a theme often disguise it pretty well, or they throw in a few off...

September 1, 2018

CASABLANCA    

                             

     The smell of hot sand and the fuchsia. Around the corner from the airfi...

September 1, 2018

Guilty

I look like an unloved wife – brilliant

diamonds circle my finger promise

vows my heart is still trying to keep.

In hotel bars men buy me drinks and hope

for a night between my thighs.

Sometimes I let them

lean close, fingers grazing

my warm skin. My lips brush

their che...

September 1, 2018

When Pat Boone

bought in a fit

of urgent

love

between an old man and

old machine

a Fairlane sedan

still wore

original mint green

with white trim and matching

interior

chrome horn

metal dash

white walls

from a good year

fifty-seven

after Korea, before Vietnam –

Eisenhower,

when people kn...

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