Spoken word artist Jonathan Brown spits his poem “I’m Possible” at a poetry potluck in New Orleans. Watch To whom it may concern, another...
I Do Not Know This Swelling
Poem by Melissa Fry Beasley
I do not know this swelling like lament or rain collapsing inwards from skin to soul filled with the silent noise of loneliness...
Continuum
Fiction by Michael C. Keith
Some things continue even when you think they’ve ended. –– Christopher Weber It was more difficult than usual for Felix Wiley to...
Skulking After
Poem by Troy Blackford
He grew certain He was being followed Pursued by something More than evil That was skulking after Bookmark on Delicious Digg...
Milk Bottle With Beer
Fiction by Jeremy Maddux
Capguns and faded Shrinky Dinks rest in the one-wheeled Radio Flyer wagon. The sandbox and swing sets have rusted into disarray, aged with tetanus...
Stephen Fry
reading Sonnet 130
I just came across these beautiful performances by some of my favourite actors reading William Shakespeare’s Sonnets. All 154 poems are available in an...
Killing Mountain
Fiction by Paul De Denus
It was still dark when Big Sol walked off the mountain, the heavy Remington rifle gripped firmly in his hands. He snaked through tall...
The Men in Their Musty Old Coats
Poem by Steve Goldsmith
Who is that old man looking at me? All decorated and clothed in musty old clothes I look at my father, who has a...
Funny About Guillotines
Fiction by Carol Smallwood
Dirk would think of me years from now with pleasure but I wished my time in the sun had been longer. It was spring...
