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  • Poet’s Prayer – Carl “Papa” Palmer

    Poet’s Prayer                                                                                        Father, Son, Holy Spirit Not kneeling in a church pew reciting catechism rote, a last minute plea, genie lamp wish upon a star desire nor begging for winning lottery numbers, just here this day to say thank you for continuing to bless me in spite of my transgressions. I attended Sunday…

  • Bony Egg – Travis Stephens

    Bony Egg   today you arrived with all the notice of a lightning strike; the scent of your hair, your alto laugh, the grace of stretching while at your easel. Somewhere within this bony egg– this overheated mush of fat and string– that memory lives. If I knew which quadrant I’d opt for surgery– a…

  • The Salty Sea of a Dream – Teresa Sutton

    The Salty Sea of a Dream   I wish you days on end golden as honey and new as the sun as it streams above the horizon each morning. I wish you the orange of ripe pumpkins and autumn leaves at the moment they ignite with the essence of their lives. I wish you the…

  • MISSED CONNECTION / WHAT IS FREEDOM ANYWAY? – Michael Zinkowski

    MISSED CONNECTION / WHAT IS FREEDOM ANYWAY?   You know the feeling of interdimensional travel, that poppy seed of recognition you get when you think you know someone or you know the person but can’t remember how? They say, for the West, widespread wildfires spread across thousands of acres for months, choking the valleys where…

  • A Love Letter To My Best Friend – Andrew Warner

    A Love Letter To My Best Friend     After becoming the youngest poet to win a provincial and national spoken word championship in the same year (2014), Andrew Warner has published four collections of poetry, toured in 25+ cities, graduated college at 19, and created his first cinematic poem, Mangoes, on Button Poetry, the…

  • Meet Me in the Middle – Peter Maybarduk

      Meet Me in the Middle   Peter Maybarduk is a songwriter and public interest lawyer based in Washington, D.C.  Maybarduk’s three albums and six singles deliver richly-arranged alternative pop with eloquent lyrics, melding indie with classical and international elements. Metro Music Scene calls Maybarduk’s third album A Ring Around the Atlantic a “thought¬fully written…

  • Never Be Content – Illuminate Oblivion

    Never Be Content   Illuminate Oblivion is a Spoken Punk Poet from Hull, East Yorkshire.

  • List of Contributors – Spring 2018

    Visual Art “Bloom in the Mud” by Shaifali Johar “Studio Corners” by Xavier Ovidio “The Disfigured Confessions of Infastructure” by Brett Stout “Miniature Watercolor Tiger” by Rachel Beltz Poetry “Empty Caverns” by Katie Matz “As I Walked” by Ken Tomaro “Regrets” by Star LaBranche Fiction “When Life is Yaw” by R. B. Frank

  • Regrets – Star LaBranche

    Regrets   I run around like a wet dog, fur dripping with affection, no one wants to get close enough to me to pet me in my desperate bit for attention, I chase after people as they run one day I met another wet dog and he rushed to greet me, so excited that he…

  • Studio Corners by Xavier Ovídio

      Copyright 2018 Xavier Ovídio He is a visual artist that would like to submit a series of drawings entitled “Studio Corners”, about the emptiness of the studio and its work. The images have the size of the drawings on the file name. His work is concerned with material and formal explorations through different mediums, which…

  • Bloom in Mud by Shaifali Johar

    Copyright 2018 Shaifali Johar Shaifali Johar: Shaifali is working as an Associate Professor in Fine Arts at BBKDAV College for Women, Amritsar since 1999. She belongs to the city of the Golden Temple and has completed her formal and professional education from there only. She has completed her post graduation in Fine Arts from Guru…

  • As I Walked – Ken Tomaro

    AS I WALKED The sun was humming through the clouds just enough that this particular morning felt brighter but still gray the snow was in piles touched with dirty footprints the people looked miserable and rightly so clumps of ice and dirty snow fell around me as I walked all was calm yet dull steam…

  • Empty Caverns – Katie Matz

    Empty Caverns Why do you feel the desperate need to gouge and scrape at me until there’s no diamonds left not even a stone? Only black, cloudy, ash of sooty coal leftover and unwanted. The same way it felt When I watched you Slowly              drag your pickaxe to another…

  • When Life is Yaw by R.B. Frank

    The weather is temperate by the coast. That makes for temperate days, temperate husbands, temperate friends. When her daughter calls and asks, how are things, she would say, “Life is yare.” She felt it only appropriate to speak in nautical terms. And she would be sure to say “Yare” like Katherine Hepburn from The Philadelphia…

  • The Disfigured Confessions of Infrastructure by Brett Stout

    Brett Stout is a 38-year-old artist and writer. He is a high school dropout and former construction worker turned college graduate and Paramedic. He creates controversial art while breathing toxic paint fumes from a small cramped apartment referred to as “the nerd lab” in Myrtle Beach , SC. His artwork has appeared in a wide…

  • Miniature Watercolor Tiger by Rachel Beltz

    Copyright 2018 Rachel Beltz My name is Rachel Beltz, I am 22 years old, and I am on a mission to make people stop and appreciate the “little” beautiful details of their everyday life. Using watercolors, I create photo-realistic miniature paintings; each of my pieces can roughly fit under a United States Quarter (for my…