It was at the auto shop and an older mechanic named Victor sat next to me in front of the office. He wiped the grease from his hands and lit a cigarette. I knew he was worried because me and Darrin had been doing a lot of cocaine. “I remember back in the day … Continue reading »
Tag Archives: Adulthood
Best Time Of Day by Mark Nenadov
I’ve come to love the vibrant taste of the morning echoing from the liquid in my coffee cup and I peer out the window, keeping watch. Downtown in this small country town. Feeling right at home. I read, I write, and muse. I almost feel the simmering fuse of the morning sun I almost hear … Continue reading »
Even New York City is a Small Town by Ally Malinenko
-for Christian I have to get out of this city, she says, threading her new dyed red hair through her fingers. What is it, I ask My family, she says, my school, just everything. It’s like I can’t spend another minute in this city. Her eyes well up for a second. I hear the words … Continue reading »
Some People by Euphrates Moss
Life throws You stupid shit To break up the monotony I suppose The dumbest thing I ever heard Was in college, of all places “Shakespeare isn’t literature.” Right The greatest writer Of English Is Not Literature “Shakespeare is a Playwright, he Writes plays. I don’t consider Anyone who writes Plays to be literature. … Continue reading »
Boys and Basketballs by Ally Malinenko
I hear them thumping up the street the steady beat of the ball on the sidewalk. I hear their chatter too. I hear the names they call each other like peacocks puffing out their feathers. They talk about girls, a lot. Men will tell you that they don’t talk about women. They will say only … Continue reading »
A Different Place by Aaron Poller
Katie, this poem is for you since you asked for one. As usual, I have little to say but as always am willing to give it a go. The world around us now seems to be in pain though that’s not new. Maybe what’s new is the pain we feel as we try to comprehend, … Continue reading »
Dog Days by Mark Jackley
Let us be dogs, lie around like dogs, pant, drool and hump like mutts, for the dog days are here and honey, there is nothing else to do. The summer storm that blasted through like a psycho-killer named Jeb Wayne Lee or Jeb Lee Wayne has left us without power and air conditioning and ceiling … Continue reading »
February Blues by BZ Niditch
Under the street lamps with a pawned sax under nightfall’s shade of sparkling indifference hitching a ride from a broken thumb with vertigo gathering in the circling cab who shivers out the windowpane but offers a flat rate if I can fix his flat, bending down in a wrenching lap my back hesitating in the … Continue reading »
Mishegas by Aaron Poller
A Yiddish term mother would drag out when I was making less then any sense, quite often in my case, to let me know I was loved in many languages. Today I lean into a world may seem what, aligned with love or death, a step away from sitting in my lap, letting me hold … Continue reading »
Cross Step by R. Gerry Fabian
I have a picture of my daughter when she was four. The look of determination on her face is fierce, tenacious and firm. It is a wolverine resolve. Now she is seventeen, with a high school smile and puppy charms. As a basketball player, she glides like a water-spider toward the lay up. Yet every … Continue reading »
