Sorry, Mr Yeats

  by Mike Essig   The past tense forever present. Where we live, now, then, and when.   The frozen …

Sagadahoc . . .

e by Shawn Keller     Sagadahoc, flowing out of K-ci-Sebem, through Nanrantsouak and the fall line at Cushnoc, where …

When Life is . . . elsewhere

  Like many youngsters growing up in the Seventies and Eighties, my political landscape was deeply shaped by the seemingly …

The Frost Line

    by  Shawn Keller       I never saw any children there; just the two of them already …

Memory tricks

by S. Lynn Knight If memory be kind, may it refuse to serve me well when the revenant of injustices …

Three Poems

by  Beate Sigriddaughter        16TH STREET MALL SHUTTLE     On the way home from riding the roller …

Paintings by  ALEJANDRO ROJAS SALAZAR

Paintings by ALEJANDRO ROJAS SALAZAR

Paintings by ALEJANDRO ROJAS SALAZAR  Alejandro Salazar in front of his monumental painting commissioned for FIT ATHLETIC in Carmel Mountain, …

A Present State of Pride

  by Stefon Napier       One late evening after work, just hanging out in traffic, waiting for people …

The Man Who Loved Horses

  It was a shame what happened to George — not just because he killed himself — but because he chose such a lonely …