something for nothing
something for nothing by jeff shepard hey mister, wanna buy a rock? a little girl, maybe eight years old, her table setup her mother nearby
something for nothing by jeff shepard hey mister, wanna buy a rock? a little girl, maybe eight years old, her table setup her mother nearby
Harper Lee denies any involvement in forthcoming memoir. It’s also her 85th birthday today. The answer, as ever, appears to be “hell, no”. The hopes
Against Entropy by John M. Ford The worm drives helically through the wood And does not know the dust left in the bore Once made
Prem is a Sanskrit Word Meaning Love by C.L. Quigley I press my cracked lips against the rusty beer can because I want you, I want
As he swept the dead leaves into a pile by the chain-link fence separating his house from mine the fall leaves continued to spiral down around him. He didn’t look up. He didn’t stop. He didn’t even acknowledge that they were ceaselessly dropping from the trees. He just kept sweeping in slow, small strokes.
Last typewriter factory left in the world closes its doors. It’s an invention that revolutionised the way we work, becoming an essential piece of office
Midas Passional by Lisa Russ Spaar No one has touched me for weeks yet in this drugged, gilt afternoon, late, when nothing is safe, I’m
Cut half moon light, I’d rather sleep out side memories by Smokey Farris Is your lovers eye inside your body and mind, is she in
The Season of Fat Monkeys by Brent Austin Georgia is hot, Carolina less so The highway bucks underneath It bounces my pen to a tribal
Dear Deborah by Deborah Ager Dear Deborah, They tell me that your heart has been found in Iowa, pumping along Interstate 35. Do you want