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May 24, 2019
Cosmic Pitfall
Smoking guns filled the atmosphere of one of the boot camp rooms on the island of Zelda. One man was killed here a couple of hours ago. This man was…
May 23, 2019
A Young Mike Tyson (Understanding the Bittersweet “Phenomenon Effect”)
In a literary context, I’ve always seen myself as a young Mike Tyson. The proverbial bad guy (dressed in black). The antihero. At 20 years old, Mike…
May 23, 2019
Trauma Two Times Over: Developing Breast Cancer as a Result of Being a First Responder During 9/11
Having witnessed the surreal and horrific attacks on September 11 from the street in front of my Greenwich Village office, I shared the shock and…
May 22, 2019
The Dog and I as Well as Some Sounds
one dreamy spring day I looked into brilliant eyes of my pal-dog into his tender ocular dominance of eternity so that my gentle poem was in the soul…
May 22, 2019
6 to 6: Drano
It was not possible to pass a kidney stone the size of a golf ball. Cory wouldn’t be able to work until after the surgery, which was in a couple of…
May 21, 2019
“Mall of America,” “Literary Property,” “Where There’s Smoke,” and Other Poems
Mall of America In America, even the old are expected to work. No rest for the wicked. Even in retirement, one goes to bed exhausted. There’s no…
May 21, 2019
Take Him to the Edge
I'd always been scientifically minded. When I was five, I found out that Santa wasn't real and distributed a bunch of little pamphlets I made, by…
May 20, 2019
A Portrait of a Slice of the Universe
We are astounded and delighted to behold the findings of our latest census. Kepler 120AB (Snail Nebula) Keplerians are known for their bulbous…
May 20, 2019
True Love, Part 5
X. “Won’t your parents be missing you?” Ken asked as Kamishiro stretched in front of the mirror. “My parents? How considerate of you to ask,” she…
May 19, 2019
“Mefloquine Nightmares,” “Sunset at the Cafe del Mar,” and “Cross-Country”
Mefloquine Nightmares 21 days to leave the system is what they told us all; then why, years after, do the dark, lonely nights of terror still…