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The Silent War We Wage

by Melissa R. Mendelson on Jan 26 2015

I don’t like to call myself a Road Rager. I would rather the open road. I prefer the white, fluffy clouds and bright blue sky. Empty pavement. Instead, I get the blaring headlights and the cars swerving into the opposite lane just to cut me off. All I want is to get from Point A to Point B. That’s it. No headaches. But I seem to dance at least with one, if not two, on my way to work and on my way home.

Jack Daniels

by Lauren Beleut on Jan 26 2015

Jack Daniels speaks to the broken hearted girl with bright blue eyes and natural red hair—
Face as empty as an alcoholic’s shot glass.
She’s watching, waiting for the bartender to fill her glass to the brim,
Willing to pay him extra for a couple free drinks—
Not with the money she doesn’t have but with
The lips she knows how to use,
The thong she knows how to pull aside, and the

Millennial Lullaby

by Carla Mary McNamara on Jan 23 2015

Chitter chatter and poisonous banter
Of young bloods trapped in a room.
A vigorous flutter of papers and pens

A Collection of Poetry by Jonel Abellanosa

by Jonel Abellanosa on Jan 23 2015

Night market like theater foyer:
Booths, display tables, counters.
Christmas tree starlight winks.
Synthetic rose-cut, baguette-cut,
Navette-cut stones set in artificial
Silver and gold for the neck, ears,
Wrists, ankles.