by Kenneth Pobo
Sometimes I’d like my family
to enter a spaceship headed to Titan.
The farther away they are,
the more I relax. It’s not that Continue reading
by Kenneth Pobo
Sometimes I’d like my family
to enter a spaceship headed to Titan.
The farther away they are,
the more I relax. It’s not that Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Leona Sevick
by Jay Udall
The someone we killed,
my cousin and I
in our youth, a face
I can’t see, but weak
and dumb—he was ours,
the air become red,
limbs and head severed Continue reading
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by Will Brooks
Russel sat watching the green, yellow, and red swirl on the TV screen, reminding him of the tie-dye T-shirts his brother had worn while going through his hippie stage. The weather man kept calling the storm Katie. He hated that name about as much as he hated rain. Katie had been his third girlfriend’s name and had broken his heart when, at the seventh grade dance, she’d dropped him like a hot rock when asked to dance by Clyde Silvey. He stood there with the other wallflowers as Katie and Clyde danced. Clyde knocked Katie up senior year, and after two more kids, they divorced. Russel still hated them both and their names.
Filed under Fiction