Locked up inside the state penitentiary for a crime he didn't commit, David is left with no one to trust, including his lawyer and best friend Mike who may be hiding secrets of his own. With no one by his side, David's fearful he'll never be set free, leaving him to take drastic matters into his own hands.
It takes 20 years to build an identity and only 3.5 seconds to destroy it. Such was the case for Sgt. Pedro Gonzalez running supply transports in southern Afghanistan when a roadside bomb obliterated much of his face. Now with his war over and a new face, Pedro Gonzalez is finding the peace he fought for is sometimes just as difficult as the war he barely survived.
Twenty-four hours after the mutilated body of attractive Frances Cochran, nineteen year old bookkeeper was found in a thicket near the Salem-Lynn-Swampscott line police were seeking the driver of a '34 or '35 Chevy with yellow trimmings. It took an ex-Marine and a cop for 45 years to get to the murderer and his long range intentions.
Mack's Winter follows a young man's journey into manhood. Mack is no different than all the young men going west. He is the stranger, the intruder and how he handles himself will allow him to survive and learn from new experiences. But will he?
A semi-autobiographical tale of thwarted love and marijuana entrepreneurship, set against the backdrop of early 1980's Chicago. The characters are all running from a variety of terrors, both internal and external, without ever arriving at a specific destination.
A village cop finds a woman dead in her bed and an admission of causing the death of a soldier which she has managed to keep secret. He realizes that if he reports the death little will be served except a disinterment, autopsy,inquest and great deal of court work for a legion of lawyers.He decides to keep her secret and destroys her confession. Make sure you read part 2.
In February of 1920, Joseph Barrett is discharged from United States Army with little more than a pocket full of train vouchers and the pack on his back. Still in uniform, he spends the day wandering the streets of Baltimore, a city more foreign to him now than the far flung rubble of Europe. After boarding the train that will take him through the first leg of his journey back home, he meets Harlow Chase, a charismatic salesman who may be trying to sell Joseph more than a new pair of shoes.
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There are a couple of things we would like to direct your attention to in this issue:
Rib has returned! Yes, Rib has returned with her own distinctive page called Cracked Rib. Rib offers a very unique view on the world - and doing it all without one word about any Kardashian! Discover her unique stream of conscious thoughts about everything and anything in the political and entertainment fields, helpful Rib Tips about anything and everything, and Words From Rib - her poetry.
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The Cascadia Poetry Festival is an international event which seeks to bioregionally animate & culturally construct Cascadia by gathering writers, artists, scientists and activists to collaborate, discover and foster deeper connection between all inhabitants and the place itself. Over four days the fest Nanaimofeatures Academic, Democratic and Performance components, late night readings, a Small Press Fair and several workshops. Some of the best poetry minds in the bioregion will gather, discuss this place and begin to better understand Cascadia and our role here. The festival was founded by SPLAB, a Seattle-based non-profit organization founded in 1993 and the first iteration happened in 2012. Cascadia III will happen in Nanaimo, BC, in 2015. For more information: cascadiapoetryfestival
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Poetry Space Competition
POETRY SPACE COMPETITION 2015 is now open for entries. Deadline will be June 30th, 2015. More details on shop page. Prizes: 1st £250, 2nd £100, 3rd, £50. Entry fee: £5 per poem. Friends of Poetry Space (i.e poets who have paid for annual membership) One poem free for every paid entry. Three first place winners, seven highly commended and ten selected top create an anthology of 20 poems. The top twenty poems selected will be published in a beautifully produced competition anthology and all selected will receive a complimentary copy. For more information, please visit the Poetry Space website.
By Iris N. Schwartz
When I was fourteen, I tagged along with my friend Sheila Giddins and her parents to Kutsher's Hotel and Country Club in the Catskill Mountains. No one called my friend Giddy Giddins, but I always wanted to, primarily because she was pretty somber. She was also prettier, thinner, and blonder.
I wasn't blonde at all. I was a brunette, chubby, but better-looking now that I wore contact lenses instead of thick glasses.
Sheila's parents probably felt bad for me because my father had died the winter before. I didn't mind their pity if it meant I'd be able to get away from my mother in Brooklyn. Three days' escape from fluttering yahrzeit candles* and death dates circled in red on the wall calendar beat no escape at all.
My first morning at Kutsher's I stuffed myself with a dinner-plate-sized apple pancake. (I can still summon it-fluffy, cinnamon-aromatic, diabetes-sweet-if I shut my eyes and breathe deeply.)
On the second day, I awakened early and decided to walk the grounds. The sky was clear and sunnier than in Brooklyn. I felt light and, for a change, hopeful.
I met the blonde boy that day. He was tall and Gentile, and so I went row boating with him. On the boat he told me he had just returned from a one-year tour of duty in Vietnam. He saw fellow soldiers blown up. He said they were friends. I pictured bullets piercing uniforms and flesh, blood spurting, bodies bursting apart. I forced myself to listen because he needed to talk and there was nothing else I could do for him. I thought of apple pancakes afterwards.
The blonde boy needed a receptacle for his sadness. I could take it. I had seen death, too: my fifty-year-old father, body stiff as the board under my parents' mattress. Eyes staring up at a void. No blood.
* Yahrzeit candles: Jewish memorial candles.
By Sandy Elizabeth Nutter
You asked me to be courageous,
Though I never saw you take a step toward the
When the silver spoon fell from your mouth,
You forgot where it landed, and any attempt
To pick it up was an exercise in futility.
You called for my help and although I couldn't
Do much, I tried anyway.
This thing you call love is not my love.
My love is deeper than the six feet
You buried yourself in when you realized
You were all alone.
Now you're there reaching for my hand,
When you know my bones ache with stories
From all the times I tried to save you.
You don't want me to break until it's time for
You to walk away.
I'll be damned if you'll touch my skin the way
You once did,
Or you'll make me feel anything but spite for you.
I loved you, and you abused my gifts,
Shredded what was left of me when you
Were done, and walked away, leaving me
Cold and unfeeling.
It's a hard place to be, looking around and seeing
Scared faces and tired souls,
Knowing you are the one who drove everyone away
With your gospel and your truth.
I have strength because of you.
I am courageous, and I am more than you will ever be.
Because you taught me what love is not,
So I could see what it really is.
And now I walk away from your self-induced
Coma and leave you behind for the last time.
The grave is cold, isn't it, my friend?
May your soul get dirty as you climb your way out.
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The Most Wonderful Time of the Year
By Stephen J Lord
We waited in a queue that snaked halfway round the store. When at last we began to inch forward, I could barely move and wasn't sure I had the strength. As always, his hand in mine kept me going.
I needed to give him something to look forward to. Life goes on whether you like it or not and today, like any other kid, my boy would tell Santa what he wanted for Christmas.
After the three of us smiled for the camera, he looked the fat man in the eye and answered his question with a single word.