Category: Literature

  • The Black Christian

    The Black Christian

    Blacken trod the rain splashed souls, Amber throbs the heart within. Modernistic troubadour, Opener of darkened doors.

  • Filling Space

    Filling Space

    Simon always felt that he grew up among giants and geniuses, as if he were a reverse-superman sent from a small and mild planet.

  • Nobody Knew

    Nobody Knew

    Nobody knew the things about you that I knew. I knew where you were that time when you called and asked if I knew where you were. I said I didn’t, but I did. The connection was good enough that I didn’t even have to…

  • I’ll Be

    I’ll Be

    Jimmy Brewster’s hands were pulsating with steely warmth the day he woke up dead.

  • Spine of a Dog

    Spine of a Dog

    Spine of a dog curves away from me and against, as heat of a tired dog warms my skin through my sweater, through his fur. He lies, front paws matched, chin tucked alongside them, neat. One still beast; one, antsy with pen at arm’s end,…

  • Class of 2121 Biography Project

    “What were once thriving online communities, have since become electronic tombs, full of messages and photos marking events throughout entire lives…”

  • Decrepit

    I remember walking through a decrepit city. I am not alone. I do not remember who I am with, adult or child. Wife or child. Both, but only one. Both in one person, a conflation, an amalgamation, an imagination. My wife when she is younger…

  • Carol Guess Delves into Doll Forensics

    Carol Guess Delves into Doll Forensics

    Though Carol Guess has been in the lit world for some time, her latest project Doll Studies: Forensics immediately grabbed my attention because of the unique subject matter. It isn’t every day you stumble upon a book of prose poetry that focuses on 18 dioramas…

  • Catching Fever

    Robert Fever awoke on cold cement feeling like he had been run over by a car. He winced as he sat up. By the shifting light of the naked bulb that swayed above him, Robert saw that he was down in his own basement. Dusty,…

  • You Alone

    A pane of glass separated us. You were out on the street and I was in a hotel lobby. You were walking by like an ivory tower on heels. Your dark brown hair fell lightly on your shoulders, your bosom bounced subtly, your hips swayed.…

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