by Sonia Nicholson
at the door leave the dirt the bitter pine out back dear let me hold
your pretty feet on my lap (yes, Pretty) please i don’t mind the cold
Tag: writing
2 poems
by Randall Amster
Read More »almost impossible to hold inside
for another interval of lost light so
you pour some rage all over the page
only to immediately feel the need to clean it up
It’s My First Time
by Moe McCarty
It’s my first time, and I didn’t know any better.
I’ve counted my mistakes as though if I could only improve the math, they’d wash away into the gutters.
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by Reese Bentzinger
Read More »threads of yarn spilling
from one’s mouth, echoing
my sweater’s unraveling
loss.
Seven Minutes
A Short Play
by Ben Macnair
SETTING: A train platform early morning. Two benches sit parallel to the tracks. The sound of distant trains and occasional station announcements fills the air.
CHARACTERS:
BARRY – 55, wearing a slightly wrinkled business suit, briefcase at his feet
IRIS – 80, elegantly dressed in dated clothing, holding a small bouquet of flowers
Atlas and Her Burden
Home Made
by Brian Christopher Giddens
When I was a kid, I dreamed of being adopted. By the Happy Hollisters. Mr. and Mrs. Hollister already had five kids; what’s one more? My dad ran off before my legs grew long enough to follow. Mom loved him, which made her hate him for leaving her behind. She soothed her rage with whiskey, directing daily dramas from the kitchen of our split-level house, at war with a new man. I’d lie low in my bedroom, sprawled on my twin bed with its JCPenney sky blue polyester bedspread, devouring all the Happy Hollister books in the series. And when I finished, I’d read them again.
Schadenfreude
by John RC Potter
Definition: “Finding joy in someone’s misfortune”
This is a German word,
it holds a rhythmic resonance.
It has a pleasing sound,
yet points to a type of penance.
Legacy
by Huina Zheng
During the turbulent years of the Cultural Revolution, Grandma would close the worn wooden door when night fell.
Lying in bed, Grandma and Mom were gently wrapped in darkness. In a soft voice, Grandma told my young mother ancient folktales and historical stories, all of which her own mother had told her: the story of Nuwa, who made humans out of yellow earth and water; the tale of Meng Jiangnu, who wept for her husband, who had died while building the Great Wall. Her tears moved Heaven and Earth, causing a section of the Wall to collapse, revealing her husband’s remains; and the story of Jingwei, who drowned in the Eastern Sea and transformed into a bird, tirelessly bringing stones and twigs to fill the sea, vowing to avenge her drowning.
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