How Was Your Day?
Jake got in a little after midnight, grinning and shaking his head. His wife, Linda, met him at the door…
Category: Original Lit
You Said Goodnight First
YOU SAID GOODNIGHT FIRST It went on for hours Our conversation was just so good It was the being together…
3am
We hopped the rickety fence in front of the abandoned insane asylum to mark our territory just as…
bartender – oh bartender! And Other Poems
bartender – oh bartender! mine eyes espy the glory of the ending of another day work with no clue what…
Fantasy Football and the Mistake of Unity
A fantasy football decision, a choice made to appease the clamoring league of diehards that wanted a public execution –…
Moon on Water by Matthew Gasda
A girl and her brother run through the fountain in Washington Square. The girl too young to be aware of…
Misery Road
Who was it that said the mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation? I couldn’t help but wonder when after fourteen…
Click
The early, single digit hours summon the merchants to the screen. Are you tired of gimmick diets and so-called “miracle…
Upgrading Donny Desmond
The colored lights strobed a lacquery finish over the finale as Donny Desmond stepped to the microphone to hit the…
Running from Myself and Other Poems
Running from Myself Am I just this week’s kill? Cause it seems like you’re leading me up a hill Yeah,…