Mayflies and Memories
Bar-goers called him “The Amish Guy.” He wasn’t but smiled while he shook their drinks and wore the title patrons gave him. I sold cigars...
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Donovan Bridgeman
- Sep 27, 2020
Love and Theft
By Donovan Bridgeman Just outside the university building was a large shed with a bar and pool table. You could get a cheap meal and an...
R. S. Williams
- Dec 8, 2019
Watching the Moon Explode (Together)
By R. S. Williams I don’t know anything about Cuba. But I did go to the trouble of asking you what to write about. I know that you love...
Kristina Gaddy
- Dec 3, 2019
(Un)Covering - 24
By Kristina Gaddy Quilt I enter the Westfriedhof graveyard on a bike. At the former-Gestapo-office-now-museum in Cologne, I had taken...
Warren Ward
- Nov 29, 2019
Time with the Heideggers
By Warren Ward “Which German philosophers are you writing about?” The colleague across from me was genuinely interested, a rare...
Miah Jeffra
- Nov 29, 2019
Life on Mars
By Miah Jeffra Life on Mars (after David Bowie) You stand in a space, a no space, gleaming white background light. You wear a powder blue...
Marcella Hunyadi
- Sep 23, 2019
PRELUDE TO A MURDER
By Marcella Hunyadi The night of my dead daughter’s sixteenth birthday, I have a dream. I am a bleeding hawk from the time when hawks...
Gloria R. Buckley
- Sep 23, 2019
NOT MY FATHER’S BROTHER
By: Gloria R. Buckley I sat sipping my sweet girly drink at the Pelican Bend Tiki Bar staring out at the placid water under the...
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