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Aging

Poetry

Birthday

Ropes pulled tight at the huge plastic tarp / we tied from the house to the trees / like a sail, in case it rained. / It rained. I became fifty. Then the sun shone, / then the moon.

By Kenneth Hart January 2021
The Dog-Eared Page

In The Middle

of a life that’s as complicated as everyone else’s, / struggling for balance, juggling time.

By Barbara Crooker January 2021
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

How I Got To First Base

Earlier that same afternoon All-Star slugger Dave “The Cobra” Parker had revealed to me the secret of hitting: “Hit the fucker hard, and hope it goes far.” I keep this revelation enshrined in the same chamber of my heart where my rabbinical ancestors kept their favorite Scriptures.

By Mark Gozonsky October 2020
The Dog-Eared Page

If I Were God

If I were God, I would make a world just like this one, where everyone comes raw and naked and dependent into it; where everyone enters bloody between the legs or through the cut belly of a woman; where nothing is for certain and there is so much to learn.

By Pat Schneider October 2020
Poetry

The Hairdresser

sees the old woman — wheelchair bound, pushed by her daughter — glance / out the window, and goes in back / to fetch a shower cap. The woman tugs her daughter’s shirt and says, almost / inaudibly, It’s raining. / And it is raining. Barely.

By Benjamin S. Grossberg July 2020
Poetry

Selected Poems

from “Wanting Not Wanting” | I wish I didn’t / want things / to be other / than they are

By John Brehm June 2020
Fiction

Waiting For The Coywolf

I’ve read about a new creature called a “coywolf” — the offspring of a coyote and a timber wolf. That must have been what I saw. Waiting for it to reappear gives me something to do.

By Devin Murphy January 2020
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Someone To Listen

The first time he calls the talk line, it’s because he wants to die. Whatever has happened in his brain has made him a stranger to himself.

By Katherine Seligman November 2019
Poetry

Kenny

after my mother’s funeral   standing in the receiving line just / below the altar rail shaking hands with people I hardly knew / when Kenny  a face I hadn’t seen in twenty years    appeared and / grabbed me and hugged me so damn hard the wind went out / of me

By Jim Bishop November 2019
Poetry

What Was Astonishing

What was astonishing / was that after a summer of running around the yard / and dragging our rubber dinghy a mile to the lake and rowing / and doing backflips off the dinghy and bicycling around the lake

By Elizabeth Poliner October 2019