One Secret Thing – by DONNA DALLAS

  One Secret Thing   Live in this they said as they placed me neatly onto the pink rose-budded bedspread in the room with white and more white so I would be well and release festering thoughts that wake me in the night sweating thick to the point of oil shaking to some madness of…

Still in Your Fingertip – by ROB PARRISH

Still in Your Fingertip We are in bed and you start a message on my back. You move your right index finger at a controlled pace. First a T, then H. Next an I. A slow-curling S follows. Your finger drags off my back. I say the word into the bedding. You tap my back…

I Want a Wife – by CONNIE BEDGOOD

I Want A Wife By Connie Bedgood   Men want wives. As I mow my back yard, I, too, would like to have a wife.  Why do I want a wife?  She can help do the yard work.  In fact, while I go to the gym, she can put out the trash a couple of…

Shadow Play – by DAVID COOK

Shadow play By David Cook   Keith, get up. ‘Eh? Wha… what time is it?’ Get up, Keith. ‘Who said that?’ I did, Keith. Me, your shadow. To answer your question, it’s about six in the evening. You fell asleep, even with the light switched on. You were probably full after your tea. A nap…

A Stranger Come Home – by HIRO TSUKINO

  Stranger Come Home by Hiro Tsukino     The guy with the window seat smiled and shaped his hand into a gun. He put the barrel against his neck and fired smoothly, gesticulating the glory of the blow out the other side onto the woman sleeper between us. He did this in slow motion…

The Inexorable Lion – by CLARK ZLOTCHEW

The Inexorable Lion Clark Zlotchew   We’d  descend the steep incline At the end of Westerly Drive, Abandoning civilization, For the savage realm below.   We’d labor through trees and brush, My three sons, Eyes wide with anticipation, And I, Tribal patriarch, chief of hunters, Filled with manly vigor.   We’d ford the nameless brook…

Poetry Collection by Jon Riccio

Sylvia Browne Speaks From the Beyond Call me fraud. I inhaled worse on the ashram.   Slander my instincts. I sipped harsher ambrosia.   Debunk my wavelength. I out-thrived gurus with sage and a SAG card.   Malign my gift. It exceeded concession.   Lambast my hunches. I kept skeptics bemused.   Deny my visions….

Audio Poetry Collection by Dan Flore

when you’re homeless Stephanie’s day The pedestrians appear to be in long lines half striding The quiet and the warmth that is beginning to fall across your face I will go to therapy Daniel J. Flore III‘s poems have appeared in many publications. His first poetry collection, Lapping Water, is from GenZ Publishing.

Skivvies – by Paul Beckman

In the men’s department at Macy’s, an old man is buying underwear. Stooped and slow, he shuffles his small shuffle steps to the counter three times with arms full. He wears a once-tailored blue serge double-breasted suit that now hangs greedily about him. His suit pants are doubled over in front, fly askew. The belt…

Scissors Paper Rock Bottom – by Glen Donaldson

“Only a madman would draw paper three times in a row”, thought Miles Munro, four times World Rock Paper Scissors champion to himself as he again tried to predict what his four-fingered opponent Birch Prendergast would do next. A prodigiously-gifted ‘blitz’ player  who’d established his psychological bona fides by studying game theory and reading  William…

Wallflowers / Easels – by Matthew Mutiva

Wallflowers   Cupid packs a punch pungent enough to look inside your yogurt for more strawberries,   chocolate covered kisses twirl in spirals of pink, magenta, bluish-purple & bluish-green   sundresses and sunflowers that smell good show you it’s okay to smile, thawing a frozen heart   An immoveable iceberg with a frigid frown struck…

Asylum on a Grassy Hill – by Dana Macy

RUMOR WAS LOBOTOMIES were executed here back in the 1950’s. The dark, cold basement smelled of dirt. Bare light bulbs hung dusty and used up. Jail-like cells lined the walls. Chains and padlocks dangled from the bars. Inside, stainless steel tables stood as a memorial to…God knows how many abandoned souls. Twenty years later, six of…