Sylvia Ashby published a lot of poetry (CONSTELLATIONS, MEZZO CAMMIN, EARTH’S DAUGHTERS, etc.). Then she returned to her first love–theatre, acting and writing.
Stories and Poems
Journey Towards the Star by Herb Shippey
Herb Shippey is retired from full-time teaching at Abraham Baldwin Agricultural College in Tifton, GA, but still teaches American Literature and freshman writing part-time. His book Flying with the Spooks: Memoir of a Navy Linguist
Fruit-Flavored Marshmallows by David Lohrey
David Lohrey is from Memphis. He graduated from UC, Berkeley. His poems can be found in EWR, Terror House, Spillwords, and Dreich Magazine. His fiction appears in Eclectica, Storgy, and Literally Stories. David’s first collection of poetry,
Life With You by Kristina Pudlewski
It was December 23rd, only two days before Christmas. Children play outside in the snow and families rush into stores to get last minute items for their holiday gatherings. But I am in the hospital with you, Max, my love.
Hobo Christmas Remembered
Old toothless queen with rheumy eyes,
I’m seeing you again across a smoky fire,
Her Other Half by Tricia McCallum
My poems are about commonplace things, but they are not necessarily simple. The abstract never drew me. I don’t think in those terms. The day-to-day world and all its supposedly mundane detail provides me more than I need. To me it’s not mundane. To me, it is magic.
The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry
The Gift of the Magi One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher
A Visit From St. Nicholas by Clement Clarke Moore
A Visit From St. Nicholas by Clement Clarke Moore Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their […]
Ghostwriter by Jennifer Vanderheyden
Steven was placing ant traps around the house when his wife Sylvia returned.
The Witch and the Till
I looked for the ‘Ten items or less’ checkout. This one read ‘Four items only,’ so I joined the queue.
Susanna’s Little Ghost
It started with a clock that was facing just slightly the wrong way. Of course, I didn’t think of it like that until much later. At the time I was sleepy and confused because the streetlight outside glinted off the clock’s shiny plastic surface and I couldn’t see what time it was.
Beneath These Boards by Michael Thomas Ellis
I’ve laid by her for ten years now
beneath these creaking boards
an axe between my long-gone eyes
a spectacle of gore.
Double Shift By P.D. Williams
I’m very passionate about the exciting work I get to be a part of each day here at the cloning lab. Everything about it always seems new to me. Mans’ seemingly god-like ability to create life from little more than a strand of DNA and a few tiny cells has intrigued me for a very long time.
Every Poem is a Catastrophe by George Moore
George Moore has published poetry in The Atlantic, Poetry, Colorado Review, North American Review, Valparaiso, and Orion. A finalist for The National Poetry Series
Nocturne by Doug Tanoury
I have been writing poetry all of my life and have been published online and in print. I have also published over twenty chapbooks of poetry, including: Detroit Poems, Chicago Poems and Art History. I live in Detroit, MI and if you were ever to visit Detroit you could see Scott Fountain.