by John Abbott The Gluskers were the only Jews in the neighborhood – at least that Scott Glusker knew of. All of his friends were Catholic, like his mom had been before converting to Judaism. This meant that on Sunday mornings Matt and Sam couldn’t ride bikes or climb trees or search for bottlecaps down…
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Volume 1, Issue #7
Poetry Bobolinko Walks Behind by Kenneth Pobo Hegelian Wounds by J. Peter Progar Fiction Ancestral Burden by John Abbott In Our Midst by Kim Farleigh Winter Gallery 2024
Simple Gifts
by R. Gerry Fabian While there willalways be boundaries,there are no limits.The warmth of a smilehas no known measurementandthe deft touch of a handcarries endless communication. About the Author: R. Gerry Fabian is a published poet from Doylestown, PA. He has published five books of poetry: Parallels, Coming Out Of The Atlantic, Electronic Forecasts, Wildflower…
Accidental Nocturne
by Bruce McRae The one in bed while the world dreamsitself into being. The onewho sleeps like a knocked-over urn,moonlight scouring forests,starlight blowing holes in winter’s airs,darkness issuing its evictions and writs. The one undressing after a long journey,a seven-decade gadabout in life’s jalopy.In one ear, the vox angelica.In the other, wind behind a haunted…
Volume 1, Issue #5
Poetry Begin with Rejoicing by Alicia Hoffman Accidental Nocturne by Bruce McRae Simple Gifts by R. Gerry Fabian Fiction 09:26 by Kate Lunn-Pigula Bedtime Story by Bill Stenson Winter Gallery 2024
Raise a Little Hell
by Michael Chin Halloween 1996, Mike was thirteen and Shermantown was haunted. Sara Dogwood went missing on the bike ride home from school and the town lost its mind, witch-hunting up suspects, reporting and debunking sightings of the girl. Breaks in the case rumored all the time. Dead ends. The specter of some child abductor…
Shift/Change
by Steve Brisendine These are the between-days, gray above and green below.Summer is still on the clock, but you can tell it’s alreadyplanning some time off and then the usual move south.Keep a little humidity in the air, remind the cicadas not to endtheir set before the last song: it’s all stuff you can phone…
October 31, 1959
by Cliff Saunders All around the neighborhood,costumed children are hidingfrom the walking deadunder autumn’s dusky trees. On this sweet holiday,fingernails are touchy,and the sky is more sinisterthan blood on a ghost. The Halloween basketof fire that has gone darkon a hillside continuesto smolder. How sanguine it is! Nearby, owls devour a pumpkin,and Dracula’s castle triggersseismic…
Volume 1, Issue #4
Poetry Taxidermy by Alicia Hoffman October 31, 1959 by Cliff Saunders Shift/Change by Steve Brisendine Fiction Raise a Little Hell by Michael Chin Heart of a Poet by C.W. Bigelow Winter Gallery 2024
Heart of a Poet
by C.W. Bigelow The notification by registered mail was a shock to me. My grandfather died almost two years before at the age of ninety-six, and I had totally swept that memory clean. Because of the length of time, an inheritance was reason for the first surprise. The other was that we hardly knew each…