Bacon Pancakes by Mercury-Marvin Sunderland
They may not be French onion soup or chicken parmesan or banana bread, but I’m going to enjoy my bacon pancakes. … Continue readingBacon Pancakes by Mercury-Marvin Sunderland
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“From the Found Journal of Captain Miles Standish” by Richard LeBlond
A fictional reenactment of the pilgrims’ first day ashore in the New World, on what is now the Provincetown Peninsula at the end of Cape Cod. … Continue reading“From the Found Journal of Captain Miles Standish” by Richard LeBlond
“I Don’t Know Anyone in the War” by Karen Schubert
Walter Cronkite ends the news with the number of American & Viet Cong dead, so older girls in bell bottoms fear for their boyfriends and brothers … Continue reading“I Don’t Know Anyone in the War” by Karen Schubert
Two Poems by Darren Demaree
I tend to see horses on the second floor of this new house, which we bought with money that wasn’t ours … Continue readingTwo Poems by Darren Demaree
Four Poems by Elle Shim
The Moving Man Said This house is haunted, and then he sat down my couch.He said it casually, like a comment on the late Octobersnow, heavy and wet—perfect for pining aloneover a man who will never come to the door. Perfect for wrapping blanket upon blanket and pretendingthe warmth is
Three Poems by Tim Suermondt
King Sing Street No king has ever walked the streetor sung there, but it does seem regal,nestled in royally outside the blue house that has become a historic landmark,even if only known by a handful of citizens.Students from a local art school draw the street and the house with precisionand
Hallow’s Eve Horror: a Poor Yorick Special Publication
Our special issue celebrating the spooky, creepy, and downright horrifying. … Continue readingHallow’s Eve Horror: a Poor Yorick Special Publication
“Stetson” by Rikki Santer
They say Custer died in his cattleman-creased Stetson. My Annie Oakley knock-off from the local K-mart suited me just fine. … Continue reading“Stetson” by Rikki Santer
“The Distance Between Two Points” by Ken Post
I always wondered where the expression “as the crow flies” originated. A crow does a lot of things during a day: scrabbling for a piece of roadkill, fending off territorial interlopers, terrorizing the neighbor’s cat and so on. It doesn’t go from A to B in a straight line; it
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“Ode to a Lawn Sprinkler in Contoocook, New Hampshire” by Suellen Wedmore
I believe in permanence,your brass head whirlingdroplets into the seared August air,without complaint or growing pains, sans giggles or adolescent drama,but I also believe in the slippery childskipping now through the rainbow miston a green New Hampshire lawn, impermanence boogying beneath you,sprinkler, in her red bathing suit,this one, thin-strapped and
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