For years, I’ve asserted that a poem is not complete until it’s read aloud. I blame it on Aristotle. A poem can sit, in a book, on the shelf, unopened, gathering dust, and eventually die in the used-book bin. Or, it can leap boldly into action, sing and dance, and live forever. ..
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By Jay Kerner A little over 21 years ago, my knee exploded in a pick-up basketball game. It was a
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By Shannon Bond Aiden Bishop has watched Evelyn Hardcastle die more than once and his only hope for salvation is
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By Shannon Bond “My God, Mae thought. It’s heaven.” The opening line in The Circle reflects not only the
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By Shawn Murphy It’s a beautiful evening. The sun is setting in the west (which is a good thing –
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By Jay Kerner It has always been mankind’s plight to contemplate his own existence. The great philosophers of the ages have all aimed their collective
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By Jay Kerner I got good mileage out of the prison piece I wrote a couple weeks ago. Let’s face it, the cheap,
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By Shannon Bond “She looks upward, praying to Mizuko Jizo the windup bodhisattva to give her mercy.” -Emiko’s prayer, The
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By Jay Kerner I’ve been seeing a lot of folk’s car pics. You probably have, too. There are a lot of
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