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The Relationship Between Mass and Luminosity - by A. Almond-Harvey

The Relationship Between Mass and Luminosity – by A. Almond-Harvey

as my love for you grows I understand that you have a universe of your own which is far too vast for me to travel in one lifeĀ  and yet, you have gifted me the room to be a star in your sky to command wells of gravity flowing around my point in time and...

TORN – by Anna Gorisch

we weren’t so much cut from the same cloth as ripped from it frayed edges, loose threads two pieces of a whole that would never quite fit together but the feeling of being with someone as broken as beautifully messy as awkward and kind as quirky and playful as me seemed meant to be so...
One day, Love sneaked up on me.  ~ by Kristen Hubbard

One day, Love sneaked up on me. ~ by Kristen Hubbard

This morning begins like most: Me looking out the Eastern facing bedroom window to watch the sun rise. Today, my early awakening is rewarded by a beautiful, red, scintillating sky-scape through the trees – far away from here, on the distant horizon. Smiling, I continue in my morning habits, shifting this, folding that. I cross...

“Tick, Tock, Rock . . .” By Brandy A. Rogers

Press Play for the audio. Read along šŸ˜‰Ā  or Listen away.   Tick, Tick, Tick Nervousness in the Tick Kindergarteners at the circus Running Amuck & mocking me Tock, Tock, Tock Knocking at the door Trying to find a rhythm Like Poeā€™s Hopeless LeNore Orā€¦   Tick ,Tick, Tick Tock, Tock, Tock Rock, Rock, Rock...
Hunger - by Anna K. Gorisch

Hunger – by Anna K. Gorisch

The Queen had a gift. She could communicate much more clearly through silence than through speech. Her words turned out to be meaningless, useless bullshit. Sentences sent you in circles, paragraphs perplexed. With words, she simultaneously conveyed admiration and disgust, her smile a lousy disguise for her condescension. Her language left me feeling unstable and...
Anxiety About Cancelling an Afternoon Interment - by A. Almond-Harvey

Anxiety About Cancelling an Afternoon Interment – by A. Almond-Harvey

Tomorrow will probably not take care of itself, so please do not wait to sleep until you are dead. How will you build memories of now, then?
The Vanishing Man ~ by Derik Pell

The Vanishing Man ~ by Derik Pell

“Just when you think I’m in the palm of your hand You’ll hear rattling bottles and clattering cans I’m a ghost in the grand stand a sack full of wind I’m a bat in the rafters and a rat in the tin In the cool before dawn I’m a creak and a groan I’m a...
Take Me Away ~ by Mallory Mapes

Take Me Away ~ by Mallory Mapes

The air conditioner is out again,    [I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine] it’s late July in Tennessee,    [I got a love, and I know that it’s all mine] and the people outside want their money back.    [Oh. Whoa-oh-oh.] The sales manager is sitting at her desk by the front...
There Is Good In What Is Green ~ by Jenn Couture

There Is Good In What Is Green ~ by Jenn Couture

She materialized suddenly from somewhere behind the scattering of weathered shacks and makeshift chicken wire livestock pens, banging erratically on a crude, handmade goat skin drum. As she approached, I imagined that for some reason she had randomly chosen to include us in some sort of strange, painfully intimate ritual, enveloping our group of dusty,...
Take me to the River ~  by Kristen Hubbard

Take me to the River ~ by Kristen Hubbard

    Maybe around the next corner? Not this one. This pass looks so familiar, I know itā€™s nearby…but where? Why did I not pay attention? I just let you drive as the hot summer wind swept around me, eyes closed, my face to the sun. Surely there are a million other places to dip...
A Plea for Sanity ~ by Kristen Hubbard

A Plea for Sanity ~ by Kristen Hubbard

What a conundrum was caused by this last Christmas – New Year, with the major celebratory days falling mid-week! A highly uncomfortable arrangement resulting in the utter destruction of two entire weeks of commerce and regularity and inducing one hell of a post-holiday hangover syndrome. A nearly unsurmountable struggle to remember what day it actually...
How Donny and Marie Saved Christmas ~ By Jenn Couture

How Donny and Marie Saved Christmas ~ By Jenn Couture

Christmas is the Elvis of holidays. Not theĀ rebellious,Ā pouty rockabilly Elvis of theĀ 1950s or even theĀ sleek, sexy, Ann Margaret-wooing Elvis of the the early 1960’s, but the drug-bloated, constipated, hazy Elvis of the 1970s.Ā The Elvis of frequent, embarrassing karate kicks in sequined jump suits stretched just beyond their shimmering capacity. The Elvis synonymous with garishness and...