Monthly Archives: September 2015

The Cupcake by Harris Tobias “Trick or treat,” the eager young face of little Terry Whipple called. Old Mrs. Parker beamed her kindest smile at the elaborately costumed seven year old. “Aren’t you just the cutest thing? And what are … Continue reading →

EIGHT AT THE EQUINOX by Nancy Scott TABLE OF CONTENTS 1. Indian Summer 2. The Light 3. Dover Beach 4. Monday Morning 5. Ex-Husband 6. Lines 7. Lines 8. Lines INDIAN SUMMER Snowfall, and all the leaves haven’t fallen. The … Continue reading →

Please welcome the return of Sal Buttaci. FOR HOW LONG The hard marble floor hurt his bended knees. He sighed deeply hoping it would distract him from thoughts of pain and annoyance. After all, he was in the presence of … Continue reading →

MULCH Another November, leaves drip from branches, their green days, even that brief romance with pastel colors, all behind them, as they spiral toward the graves of their ancestors. Wild flowers have long retraced their steps back into the earth, … Continue reading →

She: In the Money By Bobbie Troy  she crossed her legs gently as if to preserve the crease in her beige linen pants she smiled slyly and securely at the world and I wondered what was really behind all that … Continue reading →

Every Line on Your Face With every line on your face I see the shadow Of a little boy Watching paper airplanes fly Toward the linden tree Before the war came With real planes And sorrow Would steal Your hope … Continue reading →