ACCRETION BY PAULANN PETERSEN
each poem is intruder alien irritant is the party-crasher the hanger-on who can’t take a hint the one who overstays the welcome it never had is worry at the corner of an eye fret too insistent to skirt the mistake...
Non-Fiction
LatestTHE CARD BY ANDREW PELFINI
I don’t know what prompted me to turn my head and look behind me, but it is not unusual for me to peruse a theater before a performance begins. “Hello.” the woman said. As if she had come out of a Fairy tale, her silk satin cape...
Fiction
LatestBALTIMORE’S UNDERGROUND CULTURE BY RICHARD MARRANCA
We sat in the café – it hissed with an espresso machine, chitchat and the intrigues of chess players. An elderly couple sat across from us. Gabriella whispered, “I’m leaving.” “What — are you driving home?” “I’ll sit on...
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion – Albert Camus
