Monthly Archives: November 2015

SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: ALAN TOLTZIS

FORTY-TWO PLACES By Alan Toltzis As time passed, they didn’t need to study love, pray for it, or even speak its name. Instead, they lived their love silently. Secrets remained secret as love sank into unbending bones, fused with supple … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: DERRICK TYSON

POEM By Derrick Tyson My eyes are so green that when I look at you, your face becomes an emerald, or like a meadow that is so completely absorbed in its color that it catches in your throat. Flowers never … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: FALL POEMS

AFTER APPLE-PICKING By Robert Frost My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there’s a barrel that I didn’t fill Beside it, and there may be two or three Apples I didn’t pick upon some bough. … Continue reading

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Pale Imposters

[This story was originally published, in a slightly different form, in the Winter 2011 issue of Our Stories Literary Journal.] You probably think it’s pathetic for a thirty-year-old guy to live in his mother’s garage, but honestly I don’t know how … Continue reading

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When Hillary Clinton Plays the Victim We All Lose

by Lynn Marie Houston After the first Democratic debate, Hillary Clinton began leveling false accusations of sexism in attempts to damage the credibility of her opponent, Bernie Sanders (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJ4wiAZevec). As a woman and a feminist, I am appalled that a … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: LANDON GODFREY

By Landon Godfrey: INKWELL When the antique inkwell arrives after making the journey from its dead owner’s estate, the other objects in the atomic ranch house observe it with cool attitudes. Clearly, they think, those curves and etched filigrees bespeak … Continue reading

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