Author Archives: vision791

The Bus Trip By JP Richard The bus pulled up in La Paz, motor coughing and exhaust belching, its gray, dusty sides visibly dented and scratched from hard use. The tour group slowly climbed aboard, looking at each other anxiously. … Continue reading →

It is not spring yet By Laura Zucca-Scott It is not spring yet If the sky is green and torn When wind and hail scream their revenge You will not win your battle When the time is not ripe And … Continue reading →

PREGNANT TEENAGER Ah, small legs kicking, arms scratching in the womb. Coming soon, say my unlovely dreams, the season of birth and dishonor. No need for celebration or prayer. A look askance will do. A shadow or two on my … Continue reading →

The Suit by Harris Tobias Mentog was pretty sure he had seen everything there was to see in his world. The huts of his village, the ceremonial masks, the stone grinding pots, the shrunken heads of his ancestors. Mentog had … Continue reading →

Sister Warriors By Davida Dean The slate sky’s dense clouds pushed her down the road. The sound of her boots crunching across the brittle weeds shattering an unwelcome silence, even the birds had flown in fear. She could feel the … Continue reading →

Sparrows in the storm Snow feels different these days Landing on my face It almost burns And I like the feeling I wish I could spend all day Basking in this sensation Maybe hurt but not beaten Maybe cold, yet … Continue reading →

The Smartest Man on Earth By Doug Mathewson Uncle Art was the smartest man on the planet for sure. He proved it every day just being wrong. That may sound crazy, but know what? It worked out right. Three seasons … Continue reading →

Ordinarily I was not a great man, Though I held my own against everybody else. I was not a rich man, Though I kept my nose to the grind to save face. I may have travelled little, Though I went … Continue reading →

Three most dangerous things for the blue woman Three most dangerous things for the blue woman: bottles, books, and a bed. She played games of death with all of them, in real life from time to time but most days … Continue reading →

Invisible She whispers touch me please Make love to every inch Of tingling flesh, That’s long gone numb For absent finger tips See her just this once with understanding eyes taste her tears on her lips hear her when she … Continue reading →