by Tim Suermondt
This delivery went so well
he says, “I should write a poem about it
and fill it with pizzazz.” Continue reading
Doctor Williams, Driving Home
Filed under Poetry
Cutting the Trap Lines
by Kyler Campbell
His father steered the small skiff across Sanborn Bay and into the grey Maine morning. He used an oar to glide across the north Atlantic swells so as not to produce any noise among the reverberating waves and dawn-treading pelicans. In the rear of the skiff, the boy peered into the bright red cooler again. He wanted to see the lobsters tumbling over top of one another. Their claws swirled around, opened and shut. The boy let the lid close. This was his first time out on the boat, and his father was teaching him to poach traps. Continue reading
Filed under Fiction
Sturgeons
by Steven Ray Smith
There were two.
One started poor.
The other became. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
Counterweight
by Erich Schweikher
This conscious attempt to see is producing sensations of searching
As in a museum – or walking off balance, hurrying forward in order to compensate for the weight of my eyes and even then leaning – I am drawn from one thing to another Continue reading
Filed under Nonfiction
Attention Deficit
by Jason Walker
The parents
nap
on a water-
bed. We plot
to pop
it with forks. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
