Texas Ballet Theater is ‘On Pointe’ with Classic Combination

Texas Ballet Theater is ‘On Pointe’ with Classic Combination (The evening show on Saturday, February 27th) by: Kelly Fitzharris Coody     The Texas Ballet Theater, accompanied by the Fort Worth Symphony Orchestra, conducted by Michael Moricz, put on a brilliant show this weekend at the Bass Performance Hall in Fort Worth, Texas. The show…

March is Women’s Month: Will you be apart of it?

Women’s Month, Women’s Writing Month, Women’s Week, what gives? We deserve more than a month; we deserve years of appreciation and accolades for all the shit we have to put up with. Let’s switch gears.  Isn’t it amazing what you can do when you decide to fly instead of walk? I say decide because it…

My Name Is…Kate Jones – by KATE JONES

My Name Is…Kate Jones If you ask the majority of nine year olds, (and often many adults), what superhero power they’d like to have, I’ll place a bet that a lot of them will say invisibility. An invisibility cloak. It’s a fun idea, right? I always wanted an invisibility cloak as a kid. I was…

They Wait – by JOANNE SPENCER

They Wait   In line, they wait. Their souls offered up for money that has touched the lining of too many unwashed trousers. Desperate, they trade favors with a god they don’t believe in and compose promises they never intend to keep. Biting filthy nails, picking at half-healed sores or chewing on their darkly painted…

Local Band Frontman – by PREWITT SCOTT-JACKSON

Local Band Frontman   Lead singer self-described “Chupacabra Screamo” band collects abandoned Band-Aids at local playgrounds   Day-jobbing RV salesman, meticulously catalogued desk drawer housing awaits his morning return   /M. Mouse /Sponge B. /Pixar paladins /Faded neon colors   Huffing Play-Doh only gets him high on nostalgia so he drinks alone at Chili’s in…

Let’s Not Go Outside – by RUSS BICKERSTAFF

  Let’s Not Go Outside By Russ Bickerstaff Let’s say that there IS a world out there. Let’s say it’s actually resting out there beyond that door with everything we would expect out of a big, wide world outside. Let’s say that there’s a sun that sets and a moon that rises. Let’s say that…

Untitled – by Buffy the Writer

[Untitled] by Buffy the Writer   “You don’t know me, I can be anything.” Unfortunately, you can’t see how brilliant I am. The words I sling, The taboos I kill, The frailty of a poetess with the coy heart of a gei-.*   Man, you were always right about me. You know way more than you…

Alistair’s Tears – by ANNE ELIZABETH WEISGERBER

Alistair’s Tears By Anne Elizabeth Weisgerber   Three days before Thanksgiving, lumps of leaves, raked to the goat paddock yesterday, deflated under steady munching. I mahhhhhhed at Chaplin and Snapdragon, and they answered with mahhhhs of their own. My wrists uncocked and rotated, yesterday’s gloveless palms still raw. A cheerful finger of smoke curled above…

Poetry from – PAUL TRISTRAM

Life Is Not Like A Box Of Chocolates At All     It’s like a record of nursery rhymes being dragged backwards revealing Satanic messages mocking and goading you into self sabotage and emotional annihilation. Nothing in your starving cupboards but that same old ‘big bag of dicks’. Sexually transmitted diseases and diabetes town-stalking you…

Not A Homecoming – by C.C. O’HANLON

Not A Homecoming, 2003 “Home is the place where, when you have to go there, They have to take you in” Robert Frost, from The Death of the Hired Man I rented the house the way I did most things back then — remotely. I Googled real estate agents in the beachside suburbs north of Sydney and found…

The Fog City – by REBECCA HARRISON

The Fog City   By Rebecca Harrison     The fields were wind-wide and empty. As Martha walked across them, fog swelled over her, smelling of damp cobwebs. She couldn’t see. She heard only distant tree drips. Deep in the fog, her hands grazed a wall which shouldn’t have been there. She took off her…