Posts Tagged ‘short stories’
Gayle Reaves-King
Gayle Reaves-King is a poet, editor, educator and Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist. A Texas native, she lives in Fort Worth. Her chapbook Spectral Analysis was published by the Dallas Poets Community. She was…
Read MoreKari Lynch, we used to sing, America.
i am watching a virus ascend on a country, live on television, like everything else “a one in three chance of catching it” the newscaster says, echoing the expert he…
Read MoreGayle Reaves-King, A Vocabulary For The New Age
Begin with A for agony. True, other ages have had their pains – torture, slavery, Holocaust, hunger, war, but this we feel deep in our pockets. Behest – that’s like…
Read MoreDan Collins, Disclosure (I remember fireflies fondly)
I feel like a tall shadow, a penumbra but my spirit totem is a firefly; a firefly timing a spackle of light, replacing in snatches …
Read MoreKristan Taylor, Tiny Goldmine
You scanned the area as if it were the first time you had plundered Your timing was crystalline: the last moments of light, the broken bulb on top of the…
Read MorePriscilla Rice, Loba (Self-Sacrifice, Self-Love)
It was the night my totem appeared in a dream A she-wolf, una loba, who stood outside the door I was inside with my ex, and I could hear the…
Read MoreKshounishBhadra-Bhaduri, 3 (read as "Brokenhearted")
the agony of my clear, crystalline heart which i daub with the echoing tears of our release i stumbled away from our destiny the design of my soul plundered by…
Read MoreRylee Moore, A Disclosure On Life
Life is hard by design. Thrown together like a daub painting, life is short of grace. The innocent are plundered of all the means they had to reach their destiny.…
Read Moredes Anges Cruser, Decision
As I scanned my options to prevail, A crystalline memory did ascend. Agony, with a clear lugubrious cadence, Raked like a rasp across my soul. Echoing from a portend Of…
Read MoreMarisa Adame, social media: a lament
agony of the echoing fool, fulfilled only by the revelation of plundered grace. with such crystalline cadence, you design my destiny. you can’t stand on stumbled feet, yet you somehow…
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