#18: Poetry by D.E. St. John
INCISION The policemen found my friend face up at the river’s edge, in the patterned dark and light of passing clouds. Beyond that, they found…
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#17: Fiction by Pamela McFarland
SHORT I Mary watches Nonna move the antenna on the green plastic television back and forth. “I can’t get this damn thing to work,” Nonna…
#16: Nonfiction by Rey Armenteros
THE NAMING OF TREES A word is a thing you fill with everything you know about it. Instead, however, a word that sounds familiar but…
#15: Poetry by Cecil Morris
REDEMPTION When she awoke where she should not have been, the black of sin filled the room and sat on her like the weight of…
#14: Fiction by Bill Schillaci
UNDERCOVER I met Jesus outside the Café Au Go Go in the middle of Lenny Bruce’s last performance there, the one that would get him…
#13: Poetry by Justin Runge
WALKING THROUGH DRUID CITY You drift, a replica riverboat, through gray fogs of mosquito abatement into the chamber of commerce, a drunk horse- riding…
#12: Nonfiction by Chelsey Clammer
WHEN SHE’S YOUR GMA When your grandma is who you call “G-ma.” When you’re seventeen and going through your first breakup and staying at Gma’s…
#11: CarlaJean Valluzzi reviews Old New Worlds
OLD NEW WORLDS Review by CarlaJean Valluzzi In Old New Worlds (Green Place Press), Judith Krummeck weaves a seamless narrative that crosses generations, crosses oceans,…
#10: Fiction by Jeff Houlahan
STILL IN VAUDEVILLE The ideas came all the time. It made talking to people hard. The only thing he could control was how much attention…
#9: Poetry by Bill Neumire
SOON A HATCH WILL OPEN & A MAN WITH A GUN WILL ASK WHY YOU’RE NOT A MAN Often on your way home, there’s a…
#8: Fiction by Jane Snyder
HILLSBORO Before the final bell on Ruth’s last day of school, the boys and girls gathered around her desk to sing “For She’s a Jolly…
#7: Poetry by Gary Duehr
WALK / DON’T WALK Poised there at the curb, waiting for the lightTo switch to WALK, it’s fightOr flight, like suspects in a line-up. Fact:There’s…
#6: Non-Fiction by Deborah La Garbanza
DULCINEA My first cousin Sunny had gained weight, but the glamor was still there. “Looks like a little pony,” my mother whispers in my ear.…
#5: Fiction by Sophia Ihlefeld
CRACKED AND POURED The girls wanted to look like their mothers. The housewives prayed with all their might that they would someday grow into the…
