Antony Hitchin Conversation in a Café ‘I’ve missed you’ she says, fingers fondling a glass of steaming coffee, glass coloured caramel, reflecting a chequered red and off-white table cloth covered in plastic, easy-wipe down, yet sticky to the touch. There is a faint smell of disinfectant in the air and I wonder what we’re doingContinue reading “#27”
Karl Koweski let’s go burn one we’ve just finished hanging a set of cylinders into the chrome tanks when Mike says “let’s go burn one” “hell yeah, I’m with you”
Stanley H. Barkan March It’s March but no winds blow. This trip I visited the Egadi not the Aeolian Isles. Besides, I made no request for the bagging of any kind of storm. And I’m no Odysseus anyway. Is it that the gods no longer determine or interfere with our doings? Our journey is ourContinue reading “#25”
Charles P. Ries I LOVE Your grilled cheese sandwiches under the full March moon, as Jupiter draws near and we witness its unblinking eye hovering above the horizon at early dusk. The way your lip is slightly twisted upward at one corner making your mouth look like an irregular right triangle.
A.D. Winans GOING BACK IN TIME When I was young I drove to Salinas And ran through the bean fields Pretending I was James Dean in East of Eden Drove to Monterey and walked Cannery Row Imagining myself packing sardines in between Midnight conversations with Doc and the boys
Ryan A. Bunch Laughter Thursday nights only the hopeful walk the streets. Frosted by dim lights, painted in the whitewash of the moon we moths wander, skipping across the neon signs that dot the street leaving silent ripples in the abandoned last sip of cheap plastic cups, offering promises only the dead can keep. WhileContinue reading “#22”
Christopher Major Sunk ? Plastic mask and air pipe allow the click-slurp click-slurp of regular breaths; faces at the glassy surface, all anxious reflections. Suddenly, ripples caused by metal paddles………. peaks ‘n’ troughs of a started heart.