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Precious poem by Rae Spencer Trapped in an oyster A grain of sand Swills sleek into pearl Precious relief, gilded To chafe no more But what of the sand Still sealed in the dark? Like the acorn That never sprouts Squirrel-dropped...

Book Tour fiction by Boudreau Freret I’m three quarters of the way through this book tour, and I don’t know where I am. Literally, I don’t know what city this is. Not that it matters. Today will be just like yesterday. Yesterday...

Taddle Creek Summer Tour, Toronto Friday, June 11, 2010 - That boy of mine and I drove down to Toronto, checked into a small hotel on Carlton Street and then walked down to Jet Fuel Coffee Shop. At the door we grabbed the June issue...

Good Help Is Hard To Fry fiction by Paul Phillips Obituary: New York City – Former Senator and real estate tycoon Brendan St. James passed away this morning after a long battle with pancreatic cancer. He is survived by his wife, Gloria and his son,...

Snapshots from a Rock Band Picnic poem by Derek Richards brown dead grass salutes the hemingway afternoon i've been craving. cleaning the shotguns, oil and exaggerations. tossing cruel poems at the sun. my hair falls to my waist because i am young. the...