Zac Reese was born in Del Mar, California, the only child of State Senator Randolph Reese and Lucy LaTour-Reese, co-host of the morning show, Wake Up, San Diego! Zac was a beach bum who believed a slow day on the waves was better than any day in the classroom. After graduating from college, thanks in no … More Making Waves, by Fred Vogel
Driving to Colorado
Clouds draped down a bare field, trails of mist sloping, stingers
of a jellyfish. … More Driving to Colorado, by Elias Sorich
The mountain is exercise, meditation, and inspiration—time, space, and all that falls between. … More An October Morning at the San Francisco Peaks, by Monica Liddle
Sun Returns After gray cloudySkies drape too manydays, stark nude treesstrike harsh cracks intosnow that glistenshills under sun’sreturn. We had faithit would. Still itblinds, a surprise,and a disappointment,when cold remainsfogged by our ownbreathy clouds. Walk in the Field Gnarled shatteredtrees tangle brownunshorn prairiegrass. Wrapped arounda dark rustedmilk can riddledwith bullet holes,brush lines earth’scurve, horizondrawn in … More Three Poems by Richard Dinges, Jr.
Winston was trying to cross the road at a busy six lane highway in the big city. He looked left and right, but there didn’t seem to be a pause long enough for him to get across. He waited calmly, but after a while he became impatient. He began to calculate how he could dodge … More Pieces of Winston, by Debra Stewart
In upper part of my body
A cognitive bell rings
From a dial-up connection of live wires;
The modem is working JUST … More Five Poems by Sandeep Kumar Mishra
Hon. Alexander P. HemmingsFounder and Executive DirectorHemmings Institute for Advanced Applied Astrophysics1493 South Benham RoadBaltimore, Maryland 21206 Re: The Last List Dear Alexander: I finally compiled the list. It has taken too long but, looking back now, I believe the time spent was well worth the sacrifice. But I can’t … More The Last List, by Arthur Davis
i/
i sprint
through dusk,
evading
the neon
pink pistol
Dear Anger, I have been staring for months at the blank word documentthat should be my next writing piece. Once a week I tap out a few bitter wordson my keyboard before deleting them once more. My problem: I am still not overyou. For more than a year I drowned myself if you, drowned my … More Dear Anger, What is Next? by Mekenzie Dyer
Greyhound
is what we call grapefruit juice club soda
and vodka. Also the name of a wolf and
inefficient bus. There is where you told … More Greyhound, by James Croal Jackson
