Poetry by Max Reif.
Poetry by Pam Carter.
There’s so many people who can talk and talk and talk and just say nothing or nearly nothing — I have used up all the scale I know and at the end I’ve come to nothing, or nearly nothing.
Fiction by Mark Libucha.
Free Thing returns this week with a throwback to the early days of the copyright wars.
Poetry by Goirick B.
You’re older than you’ve ever been, and now you’re even older. And now you’re even older…and now you’re even older. You’re older than you’ve ever been, and now you’re even older. And now you’re older still.
Deficit hawks are sure to be out in droves soon complaining about national debt. But how meaningful is the debt? Dean Baker writes.
Poetry by Rochelle Jewel Shapiro.
Dance with me, my old friend, once before we go. Let’s pretend this song won’t end and we never have to go home — and we’ll dance among the chandeliers…And nothing matters when we’re dancing
In tat or tatters you’re entrancing. Be we in Paris or in Lansing, nothing matters when we’re dancing