Short Story: La Primavera
With the gray, cold, clay-like mud up to her calves, Clarice took slow steps along the Cheyenne River. The mud clung to her feet and made...
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- Oct 13, 2018
Review: Where The Road Runs Out
'He pops around in his spare time to bring me something celestial to put in one of my poems - an angel's feather in a Jiffy bag, a clutch...
- Jan 15, 2018
'The Best Rose Gardens' & 'Took the Spine from Their Quills'
the best rose gardens i will never invite you again to the gazebo of my heart so stand outside the gate of my heart looking mournfully in...
- Nov 12, 2017
Planet Grim by Alex Behr: The Grit in the Shells
‘The first breakup conversation with his wife needed subtitles. Everyone has had these conversations; even a monk might have one with...
- Sep 29, 2017
Poem: I Cannot Blame Her
i loved a girl once never told her was too afraid of how i felt, and i knew i would be rejected for she was with someone else; but i...
- Jul 10, 2017
Come Let Us Sing Anyway: Sexy, sensual, shining honesty
‘He tears off one pearl and fucks me juicy’ (Drag, 39) ‘She stops. Gulps the smell of patties and hot pepper. The empty eye of a black...
- May 24, 2017
Troika Colours
when i fall into a triad, a threesome of unwinding grey i step out as if all my imaginary friends gave up playing wrist...
- May 11, 2017
I Know What It Is To Bleed by Linda M. Crate
know what it is to bleed "a kiss with a fist is better than none" guess florence would know, and so i welcome all your fire and your...
- May 11, 2017
The Moon Daughter's Remembrance
i remember when i was your rabbit hearted girl knit so softly together of petals and sweet things that laid before the tapestry of...