Barely standing, he pushes people over
with harsh words soaked in a menacing tone
that occasionally trembles when a bit of phlegm
catches in his throat.
You better believe in Jesus when he corners you,
or be ready to.
You better be ready to give him your full attention,
Read more "Bully"
or his feeble voice will boom, and his face will redden
as it moves closer to yours.
Sittin’ to the left of Gandhi
Peaceful intentions and all
Honolulu Zoo behind me
Girls playing volleyball
Yet, the world burns in more ways than one
My wife in the water, with beautiful fish
Read more "Left of Gandhi"
Jake Zawlacki currently writes and lives in the California Bay Area. He has been published in The Citron Review, Riggwelter, Eunoia Review, Gravel, Litro and many others. Panning “Godammit.” “What?” “My damn hearing aid fell out.” The two had been panning for gold. Manzanita and red shank covered the shale mountain. The stream struggled through the […]
Read more "Panning"
KG Newman is a 2012 Arizona State University graduate and sports writer for The Denver Post. His first two poetry collections, While Dreaming of Diamonds in Wintertime and Selfish Never Get Their Own, are available on Amazon. Sastrugi In Early September In the summer underlain the evergreens sung with birds even if the boots we […]
Read more "Sastrugi In Early September"
Carol Smallwood returned to college to take creative writing classes and has founded humane societies. Her 2017 books include: In Hubble’s Shadow (Shanti Arts); Prisms, Particles, and Refractions (Finishing Line Press); Interweavings: Creative Nonfiction (Shanti Arts); Library Outreach to Writers and Poets: Interviews and Case Studies of Cooperation; Gender Issues and the Library: and Case Studies of Innovative Programs […]
Read more "Wallpaper Triolet"
“I’ll walk. Just pull over there.” Robbie was sounding cool, not like jazz musician-cool, but as someone attempting to stay calm and deflecting agitation. The skewered garage door must surely be revealing blatant evidence upon the rear of the car, which hadn’t yet been seen by anyone, not even Daisy. That was for later. They […]
Read more "Daily Plucked (Part 3 of 3)"
She clicked the garage door opener more patiently, but certainly with greater pressure, before it wished to engage. The door rattled and screamed, metal against metal, metal against wood, the damaged panels shivering with fear. It took several tries but it eventually closed. Daisy, cursing and grunting, may have intimidated it into submission, but hanging […]
Read more "Daisy Picked (Part 2 of 3)"