Locke Boarding House
Thomas Vogt
Thomas Vogt is an aspiring poet, photographer, and city planner in Sacramento, California. He enjoys capturing the ‘every day’ through a pen, a lens, or behind a mug at your local coffee shop. His work has been published or is forthcoming in Radar Poetry, Magpie Zine, LIT magazine, and 3elements Review.
even the moon was wicked pissed
Dave Sims
After decades of teaching writing and literature, Dave Sims now makes art and music in the mountains of central Pennsylvania. His paintings, comix, stories, and poems appear in nearly one hundred tangible and digital exhibits and publications, including Sunspot Literature, Hole in the Head Review, and The Closed Eye Open. He and his friend Scott Spearly recently released an album of new music and songs entitled The Old Punks, available from all major outlets. A grandfather of several beautiful children, he’s also the primary companion to a three-footed jazz turtle named Turk. See more at www.tincansims.com.
If I knew
Socrates told us
to question everything
I would have been better
equipped to tell my mother
why I disagreed with her
why I lacked her enthusiasm
for being born with curly hair
that went in every direction
off the top of my head
like a field of unruly weeds
why I was unable to hug
that hair-dyed uncle
who took the biggest pieces
of meat off his serving tray
before offering his guests
his seasoned bites of scorn
why I pointed out the bitter taste
of water coming through the pipes
even though it flowed from
the best reservoir in the country
why I wanted everyone
in our house to stop adoring
so many hot buffalo wings
and just swallow the sweet grapes
because there are
so many of them
still in the bag
promising to go bad
if they continue to be ignored
Susan Shea
Susan Shea is a retired school psychologist who grew up in Brooklyn, New York, and now lives in a forest in Pennsylvania. She returned to writing poetry two years ago. Since then, her poems have been published in or are now forthcoming in Chiron Review, ONE ART, Folio Literary Journal, Passager Journal, Radix Magazine, The RavensPerch, Cloudbank, Ekstasis, MacQueen’s Quinterly, Green Silk Journal, The Write Launch, Foreshadow, The Loch Raven Review, and others. Within the last few months, one of her poems was nominated for Best of the Net by Cosmic Daffodil, and three poems were nominated for a Pushcart Prize by Umbrella Factory Magazine.
Although mindful to remember but unwilling
to commemorate, during our nation’s holidays,
during grade school, I carried our flag, hoping
it would end my parents’ wars.
That might be why I still gaze at armies
with suspicion, why peace is first the memory
of my mother returning her small suitcase
to the bottom of her bed, swearing to stay with us.
Juan Pablo Mobili
Juan Pablo Mobili was born in Buenos Aires, and adopted by New York. His poems appeared in Tupelo Quarterly, Hanging Loose Magazine, Louisville Review, and The Worcester Review, among others, as well as publications in Europe, Asia, Latin America, and Australia. He’s a recipient of multiple Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominations, and an Honorable Mention from the International Human Rights Art Festival. His chapbook, “Contraband,” was published in 2022, and in January of 2025, he was appointed Poet Laureate of Rockland County, New York.
I was frantically seeking asylum in a land renowned for kind-hearted Giants but found horror instead. The Giants were “cleansing their land of all lesser life,” maniacally self-replicating and seeking immortality to “last forever.” A Supreme Council of Sorcerers bestowed immortality upon the Giants with one absolute condition; “You must spare The Plant Kingdom!“
After becoming immortal, the Giants grew even more arrogant. They disregarded the Supreme Council’s Decree and continued to indiscriminately exterminate animals and plants. The Sorcerers were furious but could not reverse their grant of immortality. Instead, they shrunk the Giant bodies to minuscule size, morphed their little arms, legs, and faces into ugly crablike creatures, and called them “Cancers.”
The miniscule Cancers were undeterred. They invaded and killed animals and plants by replicating wildly within their hosts and remained immortal. The Sorcerers responded by arming plants (only plants) with formidable defenses against Cancer. If Cancers invaded plants, they either retreated or perished.
I plucked a leaf from a plant and pleaded before the Supreme Council of Sorcerers. “What about humans? We suffer, too. My sister is dying from Cancer.” The Council decreed. “Humans are Animals. You are unworthy! Go back where you came from.” With one puff, they blew me back to my cancer-ridden sister, leaf still in hand.
I placed the leaf in boiling water and drank the brew directly above Nadia’s body. Within seconds, vines sprung from my chest, entwined my dying sister, and embraced her with healing red, white, and blue leaves. Fleshy lumps of Cancer squeezed from her skin and coalesced into a jellied star-spangled mass that hovered above me. I reached up, drew the cancerous mass into my pounding chest, and awoke in a sweat.
There was a loud pounding on my front door. Armed ICE agents in police uniforms had come to arrest and deport me as an undocumented immigrant. Just a week earlier, my sister Nadia, a nurse, had been arrested at work and deported. I handed them a letter issued by the US citizen and Immigration Services–Form I-797– certifying the approval of my DACA request and deferral of deportation. I also held up my Diploma from MIT and insisted, “I am here lawfully.” They backed off, but one of them scoffed, “Not for long, Dreamer.”
As a Dreamer, my nightmare was rooted in the constant fear of deportation. But as an MIT graduate in plant biology, that nightmare sparked an epiphany: the same chemicals that give plants cancer resistance could be transformed into drugs to treat cancer in humans. The ICE raid on my home was the catalyst that drove me to make it happen. I am just as worthy of being here as anyone else.
Arthur Pitchenik
Arthur Pitchenik is a retired professor of medicine with a lifelong love of storytelling and sharing experiences. Since retiring, some of his stories have been published in Tall Tale TV, Literally Stories, Fabula Argentea, and Flash Fiction Magazine, with one forthcoming in After Dinner Conversation. His poems have appeared in The Annals of Internal Medicine (Ad Libitum section) and The Anthology of College Poetry.
