Barney

by David E.J. Berger

Hold on to your whiskers, folks, because today is the day. That’s right. These paws…

Shaming Shoes by Mike Fiorito

When Gina LoRusso convinced me that we could win the King of Queens Dance contest, I pretended to give a shit about dancing so I could get into her pants. For as long as I could remember, my sisters had tortured me with disco songs like “Come to Me” and “Love to Love You…

Summer’s end (What lips my lips have kissed) by Dario Cannizzaro

The library’s quietest day is usually Wednesday and if you’re able to sneak past the philosophy bookshelves and straight to poetry — there you’ll find a hidden gem, a closed corner with no other access nor exit, a place…

The Bird That Flew Overhead

By: Austin L. Wiggins

86 Mets by Alfonso Colasuonno

Art Morris was uncomfortably aware that he was a child’s idea of an academic. He was unsightly. God had played a joke when creating him, as shown by his rail-thin frame, sallow skin, miniscule lips, and constantly recycled suit. (The single suit was not an issue of money. In…

Call for submissions!

Dear readers,

we decided to use this Wednesday’s post to invite all of you to submit your…

Untitled by Charlie Keys Bohem

She was with me in a very deep pool of rust-colored water. Among soundless concrete cubes, climbing each other like jungle vines, in a deep pool of rust-colored water. Clear, then dark, but never cloudy.
 
Below smoke stacks that lost their tops in the gray clouds, singing…

Three Poems by Gary Lundy

in the house by the abandoned air force base.

in the house by the abandoned air force base. military 
bearing. the day after richard dies. brain aneurysm. 
misplaced modifier. he knew about us. played his saxophone 
all hunched over. like in the old black…

Why I Don’t Call Myself a Social Darwinist Anymore

By: Alfonso Colasuonno

Changing of the Guard

by Paul Beckman

Lawrence “Lucky Larry” Lombardi, 62, left to be with our Lord on May 8. Loving husband of Mary Lombardi for forty years who passed suddenly while hooking up a new tank to his beloved eight-burner gas grill. Besides his wife he leaves behind…