Number 40 on My Bucket List
Number 40 on My Bucket List by Kristina England Flirt with five men on the same day. Man #1: Single. Young. Nice-looking. He’ll perspire at
Month: April 2012
Murmur
Murmur by Kate LaDew The boy’s skin was very pale.  Arms turned down, thin strips of black wrapped around, mapping where the skin didn’t meet.
We Found This
We Found This by Susan Keiser Bookburning for sport, lurking just beneath the chatter, is on the rise again, and angels weigh the claim– the
Contentment
Contentment by Michael Ryan Fragile, provisional, it comes unbidden as evening: the children on the block called in to dinner that for tonight is plentiful,
E. B. White on the Responsibility of the Writer
The writer’s role is what it has always been: he is a custodian, a secretary. Science and technology have perhaps deepened his responsibility but not changed it.
Go Past the Southview Sleep Lab…
Go Past the Southview Sleep Lab/ Down to the End of Graceland and Over to Lamplighter Square Shopping Center Where Tailfeathers Flash White in Flight!
Would You Be My Corn Muffin?
Would You Be My Corn Muffin? By Calvero I was sitting on the train and I had just finished a corn muffin and it was
carry on with your shirt off
carry on with your shirt off by Meghan Tennison One Glorious Day, groveling in my fault line, inert laziness found me panning for gold in
Ephram Pratt Ignores a Cacophony of Silence
Ephram Pratt Ignores a Cacophony of Silence by Jack E. Lorts Intangible as a rock, the work stands enormous but silent, like elk song wading
Dennis Held on America.
Since the beginning of time, what makes us human beings is the need to make, to create, to modify our environments, to hopefully make things easier for ourselves. We used to do that inside communities. Some of those were family communities, some of them were work communities. We know that the family community is dissolving, and we know some of the effects that has had on individuals.