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Transport yourself across the unending continent of your imagination via the works of our creative authors and poets. Sample works from our Editor's Picks below.

Tryst

You’re not going to cry, are you?” Roy was sitting on the edge of the bed. He was pulling on his socks.

Missing

He was in town for some kind of head hunting thing. Whether it was for jobs, or ,white slavery, was anyone’s guess. He didn’t specify. My guess was, it was a combination of …

Picking Blackberries

If we are lucky, facts of life will force us to accept the reality of our desires our fears and unleash our innate need to express ourselves, to achieve self-literacy through …

Building A Silence

Street empty as a healing heart, I lean the patio wall, Swisher Sweet packed with pot, friends equally afraid. Wednesday brings the chill, hawks fleeing ahead. They say it’s a west wind— it …

Thoughts Along I-75 South

Under horizon-to-horizon lead, with intermittent rain more mist than drops, we cleave Michigan north to south, driving between stands of pine and birch that go on mile after mile after …

Crisis On Our Southern Border

Note from Editor: We are all well aware of the expanding immigrant crisis on our southern border. Virtually every night on the national news we see a fresh clip of migrant children being …

Expectations

During the summer before her senior year of high school, RJ takes in ironing from the wrinkled upper middle class in her small town. Because her mother is a widow, RJ babysits and irons to …

The Question of Poetry

It first appeared as a white patch on the ivy covered wall near an open window of the arts building   It caught my eye immediately Like paint spilled on a canvas of green   Not …

Issue 17

No one, and I mean absolutely no one, ever writes anything totally by themselves. I know a few writers who claim they do.

Oklahoma Dust

Dust on the dash, windows up as we roll through back roads, radio on static. I will never leave you – in my head, not on my tongue – as mile markers disappear into a cool sunset. That flight …

Dumbing Down My Life

I’m awake this morning, but even as sun streams through the windows, I feel dead. Something is wrong with my brain and I don’t like it. There’s no traction to my thoughts. When I try to sit …