Category: coalitionworks1
Perry Wyatt | The Lost Rhino
Perry Wyatt | The Lost Rhino It wondered how it came to be, Why the sky was quite so close,And earth watched on in amazement, As the horned beast started its orbit. Olympus shared a glance, The zodiac […]
Lorna Wood | Camp Yes!
Lorna Wood | Camp Yes! (derived from a can of Well Yes! New England Clam Chowder) Lorna Wood is a violinist and writer in Auburn, Alabama. Her absurd poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Bullshit Anthology 01, 2% Milk, ubu., Angel […]
Lynn White | Poems
Lynn White | Poems Board Meeting This is no picnic.There will be no picnicnot for these bears.Not all bears are cuddlytoys.Some will conspireto take it all,all the goldlocked inthere. A facadethat’s allit is. Goldilocks knew it.She ran away.Others […]
Ken Towl | A Drabble
Ken Towl | A Drabble In the sculpture museum of Valladolid, the assorted polychromatic saints and saviours gurned in agony or reposed in ecstasy on their crosses, all of them naked but for wooden loincloths. […]
Nelly Shulman | The Boy
Nelly Shulman | The Boy Great-grandfather He was a sickly child. Instead of sending him to the kindergarten, his parents decided to keep the boy at home. An elderly neighbor, a quiet woman with a timid […]
Ann Privateer | Visual Art
Ann Privateer | Visual Art Ann Privateer is a visual artist and photographer. CONSIDER SUPPORTING VA. BEACH SPCA BACK TO ISSUE 1
Ken Poyner | Worth
Ken Poyner | Worth His job was to latch the fire. He thought of nothing else. A team only works when each member understands and executes his special duties. It might look from the outside like an artful […]
Kushal Poddar | Poems
Kushal Poddar | Poems Hiroshima Tree Behind us, one tree flares upa second-hand memory of Hiroshima.Behind us, one solitary tree is Hiroshima, the blast-moment city.We break our breads, sweet, too dolce,with a promise of the cherries on topin […]
Blackhole | Navilan
Navilan | Blackhole, and spoken re-rendering in Tamil Light slowly creeps in. I struggle to crack my eyes open. Someone is pulling me up by my armpits, my body feels heavy, my spirit absent. I put no effort […]
Joan McNerney | Hope is the opium of our hearts
Joan McNerney | Hope is the opium of our hearts How we cling alwaysto that last morsel of hope. Living without hope istoo difficult to phantom. Remembering too oftenhow life is always difficult.Lessons from childhood. Hesitant to complain…not […]
