Go Springboks! (& an Eddy Merckx Bike)

An anonymous and educational love letter forwarded from Cape Town with photos of Hira Lesea’s sweet blue bike in Northern Italy This might come in handy Daisy Miller, Did you know during  the Second Boer War, a Boer force attempting to sneak up on the Royal Canadian Dragoons was defeated after their movements startled the [...]

Double Crossed

Photo by David Manzanares Poem by Sarah A. Kulla, High Con Bajio Office The thought crossed my mind, as my mind crossed my thoughts I felt double crossed! Sometimes I think about the things I would write if I were a writer. Long stories, pages swelling, emotions concieved and released. I haven’t written in years. [...]

Annonymous Love Letter & Wynne’s Poetry

Sure he played drums
In a punk band called oh, I forget
And lived in Seattle’s Punkin’ House
(Cause it was painted orange
And punk bands you never heard of
And probably never will)

Traveled from Portland
To entertain transient vegans
Drunk on Kool-Aid so fair trade
They reasoned how to live in a house
Infected with rats

Crepuscular Navigation and Old Hardware

poetry by Craig Muderlak, Boulder images by Bernie Fanelli, Arvada Echolocation My voice ricochets in a cavernous mind Like echolocation in a bat cave. Its resonance absorbed by solitary ears In a desert of darkness. A loquacious, muddled reverie Less perceptible than a bat’s ultrasonic cry. Infinite, silent postulations As unavailing as dandruff without a [...]

Barking, Shadow, Animosity

3 poems by Jesse Cameron Alick, East Coast Editor 1.  Alpha Male You miss your dog So we bark at each other Back and forth All night long Under the tropical moon Until people wonder How we could ever be friends In the first place. We’re just both used to getting what we want. Some [...]

Beginning

by Amanda Boekelheide Nothing answered back. Cold wind dropping down. A singular leaf on a winter tree. Clockwork set to the rhythm of each other’s hearts. They never knew a moment of alone. Three people holding hands wearing full length coats. It begins in the garden of an old stone house. The air is warm [...]