Evening Walk
/…sun slants down west
Time for my evening walk
I stroll along the garden walkway
Low lampposts line up like…
By Shih-Fang Wang
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…sun slants down west
Time for my evening walk
I stroll along the garden walkway
Low lampposts line up like…
By Shih-Fang Wang
Read MoreTwo friends live in seclusion on a rustic Bayou houseboat.
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…morning mist from the Atchafalaya mingled graciously with the sweet fragrance rising from the chicory-laced coffee. “Well Injun, looks like another day in Paradise”. “Whatever you say, white-man. I’m going…
By K. L. Shipley
Read MoreA short sample from Pulling of the Boulevard
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…happened relatively quickly. Robert and I had been there five days and were already hanging out on a street corner, attempting to put into practice all we’d learned. It pleased me when I imagined…
By Paul Douglas Lovell
Read More…the rifts and chaos, sits a time, so sublime, 3am is mine. The tire of the spire, the day to retire, the light does expire, my mind to inspire. Medicated, my mind is loose, tis at ease, reinstated. Ideas fly freely, inundated, not intimidated. The knowledge of the night is mine, for this is the time, senses engage…
By Esotsu
Read MoreWe look for the same old…
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…street we’re on
is not set in concrete,
it can break apart at…
By Brenda Arledge
Read MoreJust another night for a Cabbie.
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…crackles, “Cab 28, Call-in! – over”. . . Click, “Cab 28, Wat’cha got, Julie? – over”. . . “Mrs. Russo needs to get groceries, everything as usual, you know where she lives” – over . . . “Yeah, sure, I’m on my way – over-and-out”. Mrs. Russo calls for a cab every other Wednesday evening at 8:00. She would call earlier except that she knows Rob doesn’t start his shift until…
By K. L. Shipley
Read More…the path we journey in life…
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…follow a path
to a destination unknown,
on a street with many…
By Brenda Arledge
Read MoreA monthly sojourn on a dreary night.
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…subtle brightness of the light
shown through the dark, unstormy night
of steady rain, chilled summer…
By Ken Gosse
Read More…a man chanting “Guns in the Sky” on my walk in Central Park. He was close behind on the main road and sounded like a Black rapper. Of course I was surprised when I saw a balding, middle aged white man in a plaid shirt passing by. He looked like he was listening to music through earphones plugged into his…
By Karol Nielsen
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