AUTHORITY OF STARS BY DAVID ANTHONY SAM
Can you read between
the nights so you may taste
what I have tasted?
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SOLVING POE’S MURDER BY EDWARD FRANCISCO
Dr. John Moran responded to Detective Allan Pinkerton’s query about who might have wished to kill Edgar Allan Poe. Moran had been the attending physician during Poe’s last hours. A Scottish immigrant, Pinkerton had migrated to America in 1842, seven years prior to Poe’s demise. He’d been a fan of Poe’s work, especially the stories featuring French detective August Dupin.
Read MoreSIGNS BY AMY GALLOWAY
I could stand outside the candy store all day and never get a sweet taste
You could stroll past ignoring me or hand me a stick of gum
I could tell the story of the gum man
Or how the hawk pecked out my eyes and flew away with a shiny wrapper
IDEAL REALM BY GEORGE H. NORTHRUP
If all it took
were a letter to the editor,
bombs would not
be falling.
Art by John McCluskey
Chelsea Alley NYC Brooklyn Dumbo Brooklyn Dumbo Hot Dog Cart Brooklyn Bridge John McCluskey’s...
Read MoreTHE CONNOISSEUR BY JOHN N. MILLER
A ragged Charlie Chaplin,
he savors word-sounds, mouths the choicest
advertisements, sucking
their flavor, licking them with tongue-tip.
FERRIS WHEEL SUNRISE BY BY TYLER NUNNALLY-DUCK
A country girl from a small town in Kansas, Tyler Nunnally-Duck moved to New Jersey and worked to single-handedly raise her daughter while earning Masters Degrees in Criminology and Special Education. Years later, she has...
Read MoreARMS FOR HOSTAGES BY FERRIS JONES
I don’t recall if arms were sold at all. The Colonel is the one. The one who should fall.
Read MoreKINGDOM COME BY P.S. WRIGHT
“Mama?” Krystal squeaked. Out of the corner of her eye, Krystal caught a glimpse of a shower of orange sparks falling from above and mama’s cigarette landed on the dirt path.
Read MoreGUNS WINTER 1967 BY DONALD WATERS
When everyone had assembled, Bruce led us into his bedroom. His parents weren’t home, “Take a look at this,” he said, spinning an army-issue .45-caliber pistol on his finger in the manner of an old west gunfighter. “My ‘ol man gave it to me. This thing is so powerful,” he went on; “My dad says if you shoot a man in the thumb, it will knock him to the ground.”
Read MoreTHE BLACK FOX BY BRITTANY ACKERMAN
We’ve been living in a hotel for almost two months. It’s August and hot as hell out here in Florida, a kind of hot we’ve never known.
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