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“Will anything Man does ever make sense? we were squatters but in the land of ritual and tradition the king was told rid yourself of ravens and the monarchy turns to dust from then on men in weird orange uniforms fed us...

“Sneak up on me and I’m gone because I don’t trust Man especially Man sitting in my forest beside a campfire you’ll grab me make me work for you remember? The way you used to? took me out to sea and when...

after the day’s travel wilderness roads British Columbia the campfire crackles broken branches a sound like the wind in the trees a murky figure I stoke the fire and listen Tony Howarth, editor for dramatic writing with...

Just a shade darker than my ever-lasting, crying out loud shame. Just a tad more solid, too; bound to the ground like hardened quicksand.

After The Bath, by Alfred George Stevens Having donned her most intimate apparel, a lace-trimmed chemise which billows in the water just for this occasion, and piled her auburn hair upon her head, she knows there’s no time like...

This is the slip, the curl, of what remains when poets deign to explain the interconnectivity of things, this gossamer fish that sings of ancient sirens and mermaids combing their hair in the soft billowy air. . But, O my soul,...

Every other Tuesday we husbands meet for breakfast and when we come home our wives ask, “What did you talk about. Sports and sex? No, relationships and accessories?” But honestly all we do is update our infirmities, remember our...

A woman is reading a tabloid at a bus stop; Across the street, a truck unloads wooden crates. Nearby, a homeless-looking man enters a clinic, Concealing a fatal illness or disappearing hope. In the meantime, the weather is...