by DeWitt Clinton What can we do, this late in life?Peeling a grape isn’t quite so charming,Even writing about peeling a grape,Well, it’s not the same as back then.But there’s so much back then, and ifWe do go back, we’ll likely make it allUp, as who still remembers the beach,The…
by Claudia Wysocky I keep thinkingabout the time in high schoolwhen you drewmea map of the city,I still have it somewhere.It was so easyto get lostin a place where all the treeslook the same.And nowevery time I seea missing persons posterstapled to a pole,all I can think isthat could have…
by Michael K. White At first all I heard were rumors. Someone told me that Snuggy Latka had died, and if that wasn’t shocking enough, apparently he died in jail. When I heard this my first reaction was the instant and insistent urge to piss. Like all of a sudden…
by Judith McLaughlin Celebrated on March 8 each year, International Women’s Day celebrates women and their contributions to society. In 2025, the International Women’s Day theme was Accelerate Action, or “the importance of taking swift and decisive steps to achieve gender equality.” Southern New Hampshire University (SNHU) recently hosted…
by Jacob R. Moses In the aftermath of terrorOur bodies served asMiddle fingers to each otherIn lieu of fighting systems Somewhere down the lineWe lost our humanity underGuises of piety and logicRiddled with gaping holes Amid the disregard for lifeWe know the true modelsOf tyranny lie within thoseScapegoat hunting warriors…
by Greer Pohl Celebrated on March 8 each year, International Women’s Day celebrates women and their contributions to society. In 2025, the International Women’s Day theme was Accelerate Action, or “the importance of taking swift and decisive steps to achieve gender equality.” Southern New Hampshire University (SNHU) recently hosted…
by David Stillwagon Jody tossed her plastic bag of clothes over her shoulder like Santa Claus and headed across the darkened city. The only sound was the echo of cars passing by and an occasional voice piercing the silence. The night air was cool, getting cooler after each step. She…
by Chris Litsey One said that poems were like music Our ancestors sang into our souls. The other was captivated by the tendrilsOf fate she found herself bound within. He was obsessed too, Obsessive to a fault, Finding faults in the failings of frail cards, Guided by the incessant turnings of midnight readings. She…
by Anna Dodson August was quiet this year.My evening chamomile seepedoutside, the figs lappedthe sky like pea blossom and lemon juice.The glass, a white diamondrefracting all that quiet on the gloom. I miss you most of all, my darling.Heat fogged the window like two lovers in the backseat,jazz flute on…
by Bill Foley The last time Walt peed in the bed, Brenda’s pajamas were the collateral damage. “Walt, wake up!” she whispered. “Are you wearing your Depends?” “Huh?” he grumbled. “Oh my God, not again.” Now shouting disgust and frustration, Brenda ran into the bathroom, pulled off her pajamas, and…