by Steve Tomasko | Nov 2, 2016 | Magazine Article
I came across a dead porcupine sitting on its bellylooking asleep—his only sign of injury a crookedand bloody nose—and thought perhaps I’d get a poemout of it—this corpse I nearly stumbled overin the dark cedar copse. But the world doesn’t always give you poemswhen...
by Jeri McCormick | Nov 2, 2016 | Magazine Article
My brother and I conjured a swamp of black water,filled it with saw-toothed specimens, upping the anteof our basement games. Any trek downstairs meant taking the treacherous route—the jumpfrom the fifth stair onto a small castaway table,followed by the precarious...
by Richard Borovsky | Nov 2, 2016 | Magazine Article
I was flappin’ my spats down Fourth Street when a funny feeling came over me—like someone was maybe reading my clock, so I turned left, pushed open a set of doors ten feet high and ducked in. “Please state your business.” “S’cuse me?” “Your business. Please state your...
by Annaleigh Wetzel | Oct 25, 2016 | Magazine Article
With the beginning of fall come memories of schooldays: whiffs of freshly sharpened pencils, the ringing of assembly bells, and flurries of young people running through the halls. At one particular old school in Newton these familiar smells and sounds have been...
by Janet Leahy | Aug 2, 2016 | Magazine Article
Poems swing from the clothesline strungbetween earth and skyShe wears the soft shawl of sunriseher words like silkrunning through our fingersan offeringa melodic string of pearlsin a world that has forgottenhow to listen I whisper Don’t go I can’t rememberwhat...
by Nancy Bauer-King | Aug 2, 2016 | Magazine Article
Afraid I will fall in love againwith his honey-colored wisps of hairand sturdy sinewed armsI wear a new red dressa fiery shield from regret Then driving to the courthouseI hear today marks the 50th anniversaryof the Hindenburg disasterwhen spark burst helium into...
