Issue 1
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P. Laufer
Paulette Laufer Thread of a Harmony What if you couldn’t singbut you sang, and in the very act of singing you find a rough noteand the note ekes into melody,strand of melody cobbles itself into song,not a song that would be sung but one that could be carried in the threadof a pocket, sewn into…
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AJ Bartholomew, Music
AJ Bartholomew Jane Austen’s Northanger Abbey Page 2: Music AJ Bartholomew is a writer, poet, and artist from Northern Virginia. After a brief exile to New Jersey, AJ returned home and joined an art club after the pandemic shutdown concluded. AJ hopes to one day publish a book of horror limericks. Back to Issue
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AJ Bartholomew, Words
AJ Bartholomew Jane Austen’s Northanger Abbey Page 21: Words AJ Bartholomew is a writer, poet, and artist from Northern Virginia. After a brief exile to New Jersey, AJ returned home and joined an art club after the pandemic shutdown concluded. AJ hopes to one day publish a book of horror limericks. Back to Issue
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K. Fitzgerald
Katie Fitzgerald Book Club Night Hazel swayed the porch swing with her Keds, watching women emerge from the vehicles lining the opposite side of the street. They carried copies of a chunky book. Hazel could never read the titles at this distance, even with thick glasses, but every month she wondered what they were reading.…
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J. McIntire
Jonie McIntire On Running for President of the Non-Profit Board The thunder of an avalanchestarts with quiet sounds like “sure” and”of course I can.” Jonie McIntire is the first female Poet Laureate of Lucas County, Ohio. Her most recent chapbook, Semidomesticated (re-released by Sheila-Na-Gig Editions, 2022) won Red Flag Poetry’s 2020 chapbook contest. Her prior…
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P. Davis-Muffett
Patricia Davis-Muffett Impending The rain won’t stop. Or rather,first rain, then sleet, then snow,then back to rain with temps careening from eight to eighty, then back to forties. Taking the dogs out this morning, I sunk my foot deep in mud and thoughtof Noah’s wife. When did she first whisper,Maybe he’s on to something.You tell…
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K. Paulsen
Kathryn Paulsen A poem says . . . Pay attention: This wordrhymes or not This linestops or notruns over into another or notfor a reasonThe reason is yoursto hunt downUnscrambleReapKeep Kathryn Paulsen’s poetry and prose have appeared in publications from Canada to Ireland to Australia. She also writes novels, stage plays, and screenplays. “A poem…
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J. Chelius, Little Free Libraries
Joseph Chelius Little Free Libraries Just turn the wooden latchand inside a cubby you will findbeside The God Delusionthe Selected Writings of St. Thomas Aquinas;a tattered Crime and Punishmentbumping up against Plumbing for Dummies,romance novels, a stack of children’s bookslying on their sides as if for afternoon nap.When did I first notice them among us,sprouting…
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B. Crooker
Barbara Crooker Listen I want to tell you something. This morningis bright after all the steady rain, and every iris,peony, rose, opens its mouth, rejoicing. I want to say,wake up, open your eyes, there’s a snow-covered roadahead, a field of blankness, a sheet of paper, an empty screen.Even the smallest insects are singing, vibrating their…