Vol. 2 No. 8 • March, 2009

Mourning Dove

 My Dear Husband

 Do Opposites Really Attract

Tell Me Why

 

 

 
Pulp Diction
Robert Cameron Hazelton
New York
Whisper Gap
Jo Janoski
Pennsylvania
Leftovers
Dan Beams
Illinois
From The Attic
T. Owen Stark
Virginia

Doctors

Brain Circles
Robert Creeley

 

Cheshire Cat Chronicles
Rusty Arquette
Florida
Thinkin' Out Loud
Nan Jabobs
Pennsylvania
Songs for the Soul
Harry Furness
Delaware
From the Publisher
Shirley Allard
New Hampshire


Artist of the Month Robeta Ranney


Poem Mud by Arthur Seeley

Wide and slow, the Ganges flows,
from heaven to earth,
brown from the Himalayas' melted snows
joining with summer rains
to deliver amrita to the ancient ghats.

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They stand on the shoulder by their crumpled Toyota Prius, waiting for the cops and the Triple-A tow truck to show. Jasper eyes the accordioned fender, his upper lip clenched in his lower. Lila braces for the one-liner she knows is coming. Why can he never take anything seriously? It drives her mad.

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