Picks of the Month

March

Gold cherry
Story of the week
Pick of the Month

COSMIC ARBORETUM

The café in the village square was once a well-known haunt of agitators who, in my youth, scribbled polemics on the backs of menus. They were mopped...
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February

Gold cherry
Poem of the week
Pick of the Month

recoil

You said Everybody told me to avoid you you're too unstable for me. I can turn myself inside out if that's what you want but I'll still be lost at...
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Cherry
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An Ending

The cursor blinks steadily, beating out non-human time without mercy. I break its gaze to look out of the grimy first-floor window. Above the parade...

January

Gold cherry
Story of the week
Pick of the Month

As long as sea beats on stone

The sleek body of the dive bomber plunged, the arc of its wingspan and tremendous feedbacked screech cutting the air around it to ribbons. The ships...
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Gold cherry
Poem of the week
Pick of the Month

Triptych 1: Mass

Mother in a mantilla rubs her spit dampened handkerchief across a child’s face, not clean enough for God, who lives inside and judges us all. She...

November

Gold cherry
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into the grey afternoon

In the woods with the child his impotent rage subsided some. He breathed deeply among the trees and crouched with the child by huge fungi and fallen...

October

Cherry
Pick of the Month

Tattoo man

walks down street, shaved head bowed - shoulders slumped and leathered features weathered brown. Dog end loose between the yellowed digits - sucks...
Gold cherry
Pick of the Month

Remembering Molly

This is from a series of prose vignettes I've written, all of which tie into one story. All entries from the series are semi-biographical, this one in particular reflecting a real situation and based on real people, one of whom was me and the other, a prostitute named Molly. It's rather long but I couldn't split it appropriately so bravo and thank you if you make it to the end!

August

Cherry
Story of the week
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Please, leave the light on. ( The reply)

As always, there are two sides to every story. Here's the reply... Dear Robert, Your letter was forwarded onto me by the new tenants of Jenny’s old...
Cherry
Poem of the week
Pick of the Month

running in the rain

There is something compelling and slightly unsettling the way the rain strikes my face hits my cheeks and my lips. Droplets drum a delightful pattern...

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