Love Letter
By Lauri Jean Crowe March 3, 1997 Dearest Timothy: Ive spent the last hour fielding calls from factory workers in ditches, seeing how thin I can slice a granny smith apple with my dragon egg blade,...
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By Robert M. Oliva CSW The poet is a person of soul. To reach soul the poet must always move downward. It is not the sky that governs the poet but the earth. All through history the search for the...
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By Jenna Davis Your voice, so familiar, caresses me from across the miles. The sound reaches out and wraps around me, making me warm. I want to hear your voice in my ear without the phones between...
View Article1-900-SexWithYourHusband
By S.D. Craig “What, honey? You’re going fishing again? When is that? Oh, tonight? Wow.” A pout replaces her former frown. “Yeah, me and the boys heard about some trout-filled streams up in Cuyamaca....
View ArticleFizzrail and Ballystein
By Jeffrey the Barak Once upon a time there was a land in the Middle East that contained a variety of ancient peoples. There werent a lot of people by todays standards, about as many as you might...
View ArticleBlack Desert Nights
By JWS3 It was dark that one night and working the graveyard shift only enhanced the blackness of it. If it’s possible to be bored out of your mind when you are patrolling a open stretch of asphalt in...
View ArticleWe Don’t Need No Steenkin’ Gravity
By Jeffrey the Barak Far from the million dollar science grants and laboratories of Pasadena, and Los Alamos, in a village in Romania, and in the kitchen of a most unattractive apartment building,...
View ArticleThe Presbyopic Pirate
By Jeffrey the Barak Novels and movies have glamorized the image of the pirate. We can imagine ourselves dressed in puffy shirts, with swords at our side, swinging on ropes between various high points...
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