To a Young Cicada in August

Editor nonfiction

I saw you today. You’d been left behind. Caught in the act of unzipping your old skin. There among the husks of your siblings, you gripped the maple tree, your body the color of new leaves unfurling. I saw your convulsive twitch, your jointed limbs. I witnessed your struggle to be born. That moment of leaving your armor. We are …

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Mystery

Editor poetry

Electrons circle protons, neutrons of an atom’s nucleus.   Radio signal, steady beeps fade out, long distance voyager.   People talk as their electric and magnetic fields converge.   Atoms bond together, make molecules that form everything.   Lone dog left in a cage wonders what he did wrong.   Biosphere clings to lithosphere’s roll round an elliptical.   by …

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Finding Your Mind

Editor poetry

I once walked calmly through the cold, dark woods Not afraid of what could have lied ahead Strapped to my cold back were my gear and goods Far away from any cottage or bed I went to be alone with just my mind Needing some time for me to clear my thoughts It was not long before my head aligned …

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Sometimes the Smallest Thing

Editor fiction

It was ten minutes to closing time at the cell phone store and Gillespie struggled with what to do after work.  He had narrowed his options down to either hanging himself or going to the grocery.  Now he was stuck, since both seemed so appealing.  On one hand, the notion of vegging out in front of the television with a …

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Raychelle Lodato

Editor poetry

Watercolors   Some days I’m convinced It’s the pain that makes me real. Reminding me I’m breathing. That I am happy to be here. That I am strong… but some days   Some days it spits and hisses, and I just can’t love it when I feel so fragile. It is replaying a slow beautiful loop of misery Thundering down …

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Stephen Cloud

Editor poetry

Broken Main   Someone from Taft Hall calls it in: flooded grass, stranded cars. More trouble with the water main. Every week, the old iron pipe rusts through somewhere and bursts, swamping campus lawns and parking lots.   Same old, same old, says the boss when we reach the scene, three of us squeezed onto the truck’s bench seat, staring …

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Too Young To Know

Editor poetry

It’s curious about the massed communicants, not the few tied and suited boys, especially, but the virginally, wedding-gowned girls in lace and taffeta, prim alabaster angels now pledged, going steady with the Church.   Are they truly knowledgeable at their age to know right from wrong and to distinguish heaven’s wine and manna from fruits of evil?   Mass ends …

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The Season Turns

Editor poetry

Bones of the trees are showing now, the terrible light.   Darkness is all the cold holds, which shivers out of sight.   The wind carries on with sadness, yet leaves no promise.   We hope for more at summer’s end. All we have is this.   by Tom Montag   Tom Montag is most recently the author of In …

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Mark Danowsky

Editor poetry

Becoming Aware of the Tide   Just today I feel older   Driving to the vet   Driving 17 miles for a hat I left behind at a monthly meeting   Listening to a folk-rock album awash in distracted serenity   Ebbing as soon as it draws attention     Coleridge Stares at the Sea in Search of Star Ratings …

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Feral Cat

Editor poetry

Quietly with sly energy, it circles a black hole in this jungled universe.   feral mind feline creeping pauses in pursuit, too ready to nap another day away.   Oh this mind like the attic, bearer of all rejects: artwork, furniture, broken toys, cobwebs, dust motes claim stale air.   Emotion is turned off, more a leaky pipe for some …

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City Without a Name

Editor poetry

Moon jelly in the sea noodle Shimmer of flying fish  morning Laughs to itself  the sky has landed Along the beach  water dripping off its hair Sometimes the world might Come in a little ahead of the game Today it looks like it was going to rain Airwaves change a seagull into a musket ball The lovely girl I’m too …

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Fail

Editor fiction

…they try all the avenues, all the dusty streets, all the leafy parks, the houses in the better parts of the town, but they’ll not get me, they’ll not find me, they don’t know, how to do, how to do what they try to do, they fail, they always fail, it is I who knows, I have a map you …

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