The Lost Years

Bruce Macrae In and around myself, gone adrift,AWOL to social norms and mores…I was perfecting human error, if asked,the little rebel without a get-out clause,the born loser bearing loss and…

Ruined

Christopher Moore The apples are still standing. I had a feeling my eyes would be drawn to them first, and sure enough, the moment I first walk through the gates,…

ICE COLD WATER

Elizabeth Bruce “One dollar. Ice cold water, right here.” A young black man wove between the cars hovering at the intersection of North Capital Street and New York Avenue in…

3 Haiku by David Estringel

“Contentment” Suck’n gin from ice cubes,clouds drift across pale azure.Crickets join the fun. “Pyre” Hungry flames that lick,devour this flesh that binds andlet my soul be free. “Solace #2” Words…

Clark

Kahlil Crawford fohawk stylings from punk queen Jane…she had Iggy Pop stories so I read trainspotting. scottish vernacular and swedish nationalism provoked an uprooting of Roots. my online shopping addiction…