Gary Glauber: Advisor
He was an odd choice for mentor, afflicted with a sort of stoic sadness. Years in that stone hut, surrounded...
Sharon Scholl: Playing Rachmaninoff
I thrust my hands into the moving web to spin out each sonic filament. Each must breathe in its own...
Kirsten Hemmy: In Good Faith
One of the signs of relying on one’s own deeds is the loss of hope when a downfall occurs. —...
Darren Demaree: Three Poems
Nude Male with Echo #136 Each touch, a blast of intention lost in the weather of the moment & I,...
Emeric LaCroix: Welcome to Hollywood
This is what you yearned for All those years as you stacked And piled and waited and waited Patience you...
Eric Notaro: The Web of the System
Travis awoke at first light and paced from one side of the trailer to the other. As the sky turned...
Jason Manganaro: The Village Thief
En homenaje a Gabriel García Márquez Vera Domani, seven and a half months pregnant, sat upright on the sofa bed,...
Beth Sherman: Tremors
After the dinner party, Jon went into the bathroom, took two Adivans and washed them down with a fifth of...
Beth Sherman: Medieval Times
Ella couldn’t fall asleep and demanded a story. Although I was out of practice, I felt obligated to come up...
Corey Mertes: The Auditions
They are both fat. The bigger, balding one with the cigar does most of the talking; he must be the...