I love Jesus though we’ve never met, I wonder if He’d say the same about me but at Sunday School I’m told that He knows all about me or at least more than I do about Him

Weren’t we supposed to hear only birds chirping and grass growing? It turns out that power mowers and leaf blowers give jackhammers and car alarms a run for their money, especially leaf blowers with their incessant roaring.

We have been given a timeout; forced into our rooms to face each other and ourselves; to think about what we’ve done.

I followed that trail
of hogs’ blood to your front door
and never looked back.

Claire Van Winkle received her BA at New York University and completed her MFA at Queens College, where […]

we didn’t have a car and my father took me, my brother and my mother to the summer sea. we were happy, really happy

Italian Artist Mario Loprete has been featured in group and solo exhibitions in galleries and art publications throughout […]

it
seeps active
lumbar fluids
into my days
colorless it
presents an
asymptomatic
condition

GARRISON BOTTS is a writer living in New York’s Hudson Valley with his husband and the myriad critters […]