Author Archives

  • The Piano Keys

    I check the calendar one more time, hoping it will change its mind and hit the brakes. I do it with one eye closed, dreading what I am just about to see. Oh God, it’s true. December is really here…. Read More ›

  • The Matinee

    Ann Hultberg “You kids be good and listen to your sister,” yelled Mom as we piled out of the Camp Mobile on a wintery Saturday afternoon. Christmas was but two weeks away and we four siblings were running into the… Read More ›

  • Waiting

    Miki Lentin Fatima stood perfectly still by the front door, breathing, but not noticeably, as if the stuffing had been sucked out of her. She squeezed her arms into her chest. Her headscarf, wrapped tight in layers and folds around… Read More ›

  • Parallel Parking

    Niles Reddick Rose didn’t like parallel parking. Rear view and side mirrors on her Ford Focus weren’t a realistic perspective. She wondered how objects could be closer than they appear, scraped aluminum wheels and shaved rubber from the curb, and… Read More ›

  • The Long Summer

    George Keyes The town across the Joaquin Valley of California is under the fog of the night before and the tiny crystal drops are all over the leaves. It is a nice morning. Not later than four o’clock when the… Read More ›

  • Little Candles

    Maryam Qureshi Once upon a dark night, amidst a dreadful thunderstorm,she had a pack of delicate little candles.Although the night was scary,her heart was trembling with fear yet she hadthose candles to rely upon in that world of wilderness.It was… Read More ›

  • Medieval Castle

    Brandon Marlon We roam corridors, chambers, caracoles, grand halls,mindful of creaking floorboards, touching the targes,drawn to the burnished armature donned by paladinsof yesteryear, gaping aslant at the ornate paramentadorning the wall, puzzling over its unfamiliar glyphsin the hope of discerning some… Read More ›

  • That M.F.’er Was Right Here

    Todd Mercer Good luck stopping lookingfor the absurdly misplaced itemthat couldn’t have been lost at allin this small space, in this time window.Since there’s nowhere it could bebut in plain sight, within a few feet,I’ll continue the search operation,the incessant… Read More ›

  • Summer Reveille & Fall Skimming

    Cheryl Caesar Summer Reveille The cool clean birdsongsluices my brain; cool watercalls to hands and face. Fall skimming Summer is over when we close the pool.A two-day, four-hand job.I lean from the deck, the heavy poleswirling the leaf mosaics, green… Read More ›

  • A Poem is a Conversation

    John C. Mannone with itself, and the readeris listening. Not just to words,but to their music that intonesthe purpose of life. More than a prayer or proverb,more than social commentary,more than life, or love, oranything abstract rewordedto be clear as… Read More ›