By Matthew Bartlett The shadow of an unknown power floatsabove me, a shadow without shape,An eidolon unseenIn delphic, cool dances on rainy clouds,Coming and going like Shelley’s “Spirit of Beauty”In the swishing wisp of a scythe through hyacinth.I am touched by the anoesis;The great nomadic deathOf folie a plusieurs …And…
By Harlan Yarbrough The family arrived late in the afternoon, after all the students—even the Trowbridge two—had left. Randall rarely saw aborigines and many parents and other locals had warned him “the blacks” were dangerous. These three didn’t look dangerous. All three looked thin, and the tallest, the father, Randall…
By Cat Hannon Blank mindAndWandering thoughts.Of years past.Of fights,Tempers flaring,Of wrong doings.Also,Of cooking my first full meal.Of our dogs: Ricky, Abbie, Peanut.Of the Disney Channel:Wizards; Sweet Life.This does not make upFor the abuse, mental and emotional –Yelling, screaming.Total shut-downs – mind, body, soul;All numb and dead.Now though… I am alive and…
By Barbara Irvin A sea of stars sparkled against the velvety black sky, lighting up the city of Macon for miles around. Seventeen-year-old Martha Matthews decided that she had never seen a night so clear or pristine. She breathed in the invigorating, warm air, enjoying the fragrance of cherry blossoms…
By Alec Montalvo I don’t know about the others, but my Grandma once told me how God stares back at us through the starsand when they fall, or runacross the night sky, it means you might have done something wrong. So follow it up with three Hail Marysand get to…
By Hannah Canon Quiet. One word that summed up Amy Holmes’ life quite well these days. It was quiet when she went to bed at night, and it was quiet when she woke up in the morning. She rode quietly in her car on her way to work every morning,…
By Tommy Vollman I met Joe Nuxhall a few weeks after my fifteenth birthday. His hands were gnarled, and he spoke as though his mouth was half full of marbles, but he was sharp and funny as hell. I was only a few months younger than he was when he…
By Kristal Peace This old house has plenty of room For misunderstandingsPlenty of space forThe silent treatment: There are four elegant bedrooms that lend comfortTo each person nursing a grudge;The spacious, sunlit kitchen accommodates everyoneAs they take their meals alone.The living room is a cozy gathering placeFor insults, accusations, evasions,…
By James Cato I met the Tooth Fairy at a bar-club called Revolution. I sat alone with an IPA, letting the bitterness pinch my cheeks and heeding the cartoonish scene of three college kids dancing to a pulsing beat on an otherwise empty floor. In the opposite corner, a floating…
by Sue Ellen Snape She has blood on hands, blood down her bodice, the stench of blood up her nose. The hem of her skirt is drenched a dark sticky red. She’s not one to shrink from the sight of blood, oh no. Lopping the head off a chicken comes…