By Michael Keith Jerome Niarhos had no great affection for colored people. On the other hand, he had no deep animosity for them, either. He had never made a big scene about race, like his buddies in the Klan. Mostly, he didn’t think it was smart for the mayor’s office…
By Christopher Keller rays bend glass-caught straw as she bends to her purse; each iris darts a dimly-lit direction. cone-colored thoughts, lingering in rods, occipital interpretations; a blink – sensory memory keeps curves in Polaroid transgression at a refraction of the cost. trapped forever in devouring focus, she stirred something…
Scotland By Lindsay Flanagan the frosts are falling around my face and it’s grey outside, as within but still you face the bitter cold standing on the concrete porch because we don’t have wooden here anymore but still you bid me, come in the waters turn clear in my hand…
By Paul LeBlanc Our daughter Emma (LeBlanc) just finished her MFA program here at SNHU and was one of two student speakers at this weekend’s graduation. For any of us who love literature or harbor secret or not-so-secret hopes of being a writer, I think her talk will resonate. So…