by Kenneth Womack. I have magical powers. I can feel them—even now—quickening inside of me as I stand here, taut and immobile, amongst the moveable throng of Jackson Square. Some 20 yards away, within the cast-iron fence that surrounds … Continue reading
Monthly Archives: November 2012
by Brian Griffith Over recent centuries, we’ve grown more self-aware about projecting our own qualities onto the universe. The way many languages treat most things as either masculine or feminine, including God, now strikes us as slightly contrived. We treat … Continue reading
by Seth Turman. So there was this guy at the dog park. He didn’t have a dog. He had a backpack and a bad haircut. It looked like he had cut it as close as possible with a cheap pair … Continue reading
by Deb Baker.
by Marissa Bell Toffoli.
by Randy Floyd.
by Amber Koneval. It is much easier to write on walls than it is to write on paper. Walls erode, worn down to polished pebbles, smoothed out of all midnight-made notches splashing away lines of chalk and flaking … Continue reading
by Harvey Lillywhite. The ordinary, painfully beautiful world, beyond words— those little cathedrals of imagination I live in: in the small garden outside my front door, an orange tiger lily, which was supposed to bloom in the early summer, just … Continue reading
by Julie Prince. Epic. Unprecedented. Potentially devastating. You’ll hear these words as the TV newscasters ramp up the histrionics before an impending hurricane, especially in a region where they hit comparatively infrequently, like the Northeast, and especially in a hot … Continue reading
by Hunter Liguore. In the Old Days, as the waters fled the earth, and the birds again took to the sky, a time when the air was drenched in cedar smoke, from the cave fires that burned night and day, … Continue reading
by Matt Stone. Okay, okay. Be warned. This is going to be an episode of the pot calling the kettle “black” of unprecedented proportion. I’ve written, by my best estimate, 2.5 million words over the past 5 years on the … Continue reading
by Paul Rogov. It had been quite some time since she had eaten, the first light of morn, before she saw her husband off at daybreak, before her hot, sipped pomegranate tea would swirl on her tongue and soak through … Continue reading
by Alexandra Kitty. I Pope, If I did not think you were deep down an honest man caught up in someone else’s self-serving lies, I would let you rot in a place below Hell and feel good about it … Continue reading
by Rena Rossner. It started with a kiss, the first time I dreamt of Elijah the Prophet. He came to me completely naked under his dust-strewn white robes. I remember the dust because of its smell, somewhere between old books … Continue reading
by Regina Stribling. On the border of right and wrong, good and bad, black and white there lives a small house. This particular day is a day when the sun decides to cast a brightness that creates a vast shadow … Continue reading
by David D. Horowitz. The term “onomatopoeia” evoked giggling in the grade-school classroom where our teacher first wrote it on the blackboard. I did not take it seriously until I studied English literature at the graduate level, where I learned … Continue reading
by Kelsey Liu. For my ninth birthday, my mother and father got me a school of koi fish. They hired a team of Mexicans to dig a hole in the back corner of their walled backyard, behind the little … Continue reading
by Danbert Nobacon. Once upon around one or two hundred thousand years ago, for the first time in human history an infant boy looked at his momma and raising his arms above his head said what sounded like “Up!” It … Continue reading
by Robert Markland Smith. In memory of my friend Martha Sheppard. This is a true story. Honest. Cross my heart. My wife goes to Catholic mass once a week, even though she is a Protestant. She is very afraid of … Continue reading
By Asia Abenna Dubicki Wild (Age 9). Books can be useful Books can be fun Some books are only about the Sun But when you think, think, think, Some books can drag people down the sink For people … Continue reading
by Marie Davis & Margaret Hultz Perhaps my faith in you is misplaced, but heed my words, it is time Green became a braggart. Green, the story of Green, my history stretches all the way back to the primordial soup. … Continue reading
by Alena Deerwater “I was born dancing,” my grandmother says from her wheelchair in the nursing home. Four words. My only gem from the entire interview. But it is perfect and whole. Tiny and beautiful. Thank you Grandma, for the … Continue reading