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I’m rather addicted to Solitaire (the Klondike variety) never on a PC or Mac but always on an iPad Mini tablet One of these (I have two) is usually with me when I am not on a computer I use them for e-mail Facebook Instant...

Exploring gender expectation using H.P. Lovecraft’s novella, “The Dream Quest of Unknown Kadath.” i. three times dreamed golden and lovely it blazed bridges of veined marble supernal trumpets as clouds swept up to him he knew...

In 1942, when Hopper painted “The Nighthawks,” my grandpop smoked Phillies cigars. I was four. I remember Daddy’s grey hat, the band and bent brim. I don’t remember Daddy’s cigarette the way I do my grandpop’s Phillies. My Mommy...

The night she died, I got a call. After I cried, I didn’t know what to do, so I turned on the television— the Dog Show, Westminster 2020. We did both love dogs. I sat close to the blue light and watched the golden retriever...

Not so bad, I thought for a while— these quiet hours, newly found. But after a year, it became a trial. I’ll go mad, my thoughts. For a while I missed strangers’ smiles and strained to hear hushed sounds. It got so loud inside,...

from L’Allegria/Cheerfulness (Poems 1914-1919) by Guiseppi Ungaretti; Part 1, Ultime/Latest Ogni colore si espande e si adagio negli altri colori Per essere piu solo se lo guardi   CARPET, TRANSLATION BY WALLY SWIST Each...

from L’Allegria/Cheerfulness (Poems 1914-1919) by Guiseppi Ungaretti; Part 1, Ultime/Latest La linea vaporosa muore al lontano cerchio del cielo Picchi di tacchi picchi di mani e il clarion ghirigori striduli e il mare e...

from L’Allegria/Cheerfulness (1914-1919) by Guiseppi Ungaretti; Part 1, Ultime/Latest Anche questa notte passera Questa solitudine in giro titubante ombra dei fili tranviari sull’umido asfalto Guardo le teste dei brumisti nel...

He lifts the weight of food to his open mouth, his spoon repeating a rhythmic pose of cupping to gather and twisting on its side to feed its charge. A steeled hunter-gather foraging through milky swamps to unearth the pebbles of...

The growl of blocked air from his mouth inches away, slack in sleep and opened closing with one loud hmpht when your hand makes light contact with his. The mind’s floating as waves of memory crash, break, and wash away. Laying...

from L’Allegria/Cheerfulness (Poems 1914-1919) Part 2: Porto Sepolto/The Buried Portby Guiseppi Ungaretti Cima Quartro il 22 dicembre 1915 Dondolo di ali in fumo mozza il silenzio degli occhi Col vento si spippola il corallo di...

The grey-green ground tinted with brown brushed the earth with its dryness. Orange molasses burnt into the stretches it covered. Above-cloud mountain peaks grapple with city-templed valleys. Houses, scrunched together...