by admin | Sep 5, 2023 | Volume 58
Issue 58 Cold Josh Hall “It’s so cold, my hands are on fire,” Montana said as he watched his voice vanish into the January air. We were following a trail marked by deer that led down to the creek where the ice had not quite frozen over. The watering hole had been...
by admin | Sep 5, 2023 | Volume 58
Issue 58 Catch-22 (The Poem) Nyeree Boydajian It was months after the promise that we would be able to go home, She sent me pictures in the mail, But it was her voice that helped me sleep In the middle of Milwaukee when it was hard because of all the crickets....
by admin | Sep 5, 2023 | Volume 58
Issue 58 A Poem, or Something Jim Cash In a black cold alley A clown wept a moment, Then shattered his Laughing face With a brick from a broken edifice. But I have known men Who sip tea in parlors, And chat politely without offense, And chuckle at some small grim...
by admin | Sep 5, 2023 | Volume 58
Issue 58 The Refugee Philip Russell I’ve given up sleep now, like everyone else, traded blankets for books and pillows for papers—flow charts and flash cards, diagrams and drawings. Through my window the moon is setting; it’s past two in the morning but still I’m...
by admin | Sep 5, 2023 | Volume 58
Issue 58 Sonnet I Joseph D. Lockwood Some feel they see between the sea and sky A rule drawn deep with water or with air, Which proves no sea birds swim nor fishes fly Nor at this line the teeth and talons tear. I saw those fresh and shiny scales that fall From...
