Sunday Comics
Words are few I have spoken, I could waste a thousand years. Sunday Comics, words are token;
come inside and catch my tears. You’ve been talking but, believe me, if it’s true you do not know.
The Civil Disobedience Club
Fiction by Isaiah J. KIng.
When You Create Something Beautiful
Poetry by Max Reif.
Sunday Comics
Now they’re frightened of leaving it; everyone’s weaving it, Sunday Comics all the time…All through the day, I me mine.
“What Do You Have to Say for Yourself?” — Heidi Seaborn’s An Insomniac’s Slumber Party with Marilyn Monroe
Pam Carter encounters the shifting I of both poet and subject in her review of Heidi Seaborn’s latest book.
Sunday Comics
The yam brought it out of the Sunday Comics, manipulated Bill Clinton with desires…24/7, 365 days times two, I was contemplatin’ gettin’ on stage just to go back to the hood see my enemies and say, “Man, where you when I was walkin’?”
A Tale of Two Cities
Poetry by David Fewster.
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