Three Beers Past Midnight by Alan Meyrowitz
ent diatribe and final condemnation— dignity’s death So, he said of love decayed and more recounted, unlikely tales of burden even for a drunkard grieving and yet my glass reminded…
Fiction
The Little Girl Who is Really a Giraffe by Susan Woodring
ster died for the first time—cause unknown—my mother invited my great aunt Freda to come and live with us. Her flight from Houston was delayed, so she just met us…
Poetry
The Name Cascade by Edward Ahern
The Name Cascade The same names percolate through a family like a roof leak. And except for the Juniors and Seniors, no outsiders notice. My mother’s father was Edward Willman…
Poetry
Exhumations at the Burying Point by Christopher Greer
ving Work to resurrect The decaying ones Again. Jaws, mattocks, heavy Hands ripping, tearing In the earth. Plumes Of breath betray the breathing. Upturned roots and dregs, souls Spun up,…
Poetry
Sunday Driving by Thomas Locicero
Sunday Driving for my sister, Vicki I was rarely home but home when the news came, Awakened five minutes before the phone rang, Dressing as if my lover’s lover approached.…