about “I, Pilgrim”Poetry“I, Pilgrim”Sam Spring"You lay your head on my lap / and soak in the strawberry lemonade sky, / sipping the last long day of June / out of your glass."Ends in: 920 daysVist Our Maketplace
about After Being Struck by an Asteroid named OrpheusFlashAfter Being Struck by an Asteroid named OrpheusLeslie Grollman"Wincing, she wonders if this is the Eurydice scene she didn’t get to play on stage long ago; her drama-queen days traded for sensibility."Ends in: 890 daysVist Our Maketplace
about The Way They Walk to the Cars After OrchestraFlashThe Way They Walk to the Cars After OrchestraDave Fromm"The sophomore girls clump together in their baggy fits, koala bears laughing, tumbling into the back of someone’s mom’s SUV. It’s all still ahead for them."Ends in: 2746 daysDigital Edition Not Available
about Pale Green and GarnetFlashPale Green and GarnetSteve Gerson"She wondered if he'd get an oil strike, wondered if he'd come back flush, though he never had, wondered if he'd come back at all. Hoping he wouldn't."Ends in: 889 daysDigital Edition Not Available
about SeasonedFlashSeasonedLeslie Grollman"On weekends, your home verves with friends in and out of bathing suits or gossip. Barbecues, teas and your famous lemon sponge. There is laughter and splashing."Ends in: 870 daysDigital Edition Not Available
about The Great PretenderPoetryThe Great PretenderAce Boggess"If I added voice to musicians in their choir, / my instrument would whine complaints. / Annexed by the troupe, / I fingered quick approximations of each note."Ends in: 2348 daysVist Our Maketplace
about At the Lobster PoundPoetryAt the Lobster PoundAndre F. Peltier"Late lunch on picnic tables / floating above Bar Harbor. / Garlic butter bliss. / My first taste of lobster. / A buck a piece in those days."Ends in: 1620 daysVist Our Maketplace
about The Capital APoetryThe Capital AAndre F. Peltier"The initial had been used / to go into debt / three or four times over. / The initial needed to die."Ends in: 1620 daysVist Our Maketplace
about The ChemistPoetryThe ChemistPatrick Beath"Yellows of sunrise and sunset, mine and his. / Sulfured pulp and ligneous page. / The word is, he’d have had / no patience for this:"Ends in: 1206 daysVist Our Maketplace
about A Lesson in Symbiotics, or How To Train a Heart to Beat Like a Friend’s HeartPoetryA Lesson in Symbiotics, or How To Train a Heart to Beat Like a Friend’s HeartPatrick Beath"This may be accompanied by / a sense of exhalation, of / relief, of surrender. You may / find yourself succumbing / to an impossible closeness."Ends in: 1222 daysVist Our Maketplace