By Marc Craver When I got on the train the man was talking and I knew he would still be talking when I got off in fifty minutes. He was mostly talking about Bob. "Yea he is okay but you know". He said in a way that only people who are used to talking, talk. … Continue reading DONKEY

Tommy Haiku #167-171

By Thomas Page A skeleton of An overpass flanked by grass Starting to grow there “It’s a yellow day” My dad says as the sun tries To simulate heat The train car salted, Beaten by boots and oxfords: Mineral collage Venomous tongues spake Falsehoods that were hard to break. How could one forsake? Lonely beer … Continue reading Tommy Haiku #167-171

Sunday Morning, At a Friend’s

By Alyssa Trivett Trains hopscotch over hangnail tracks, lollygagging into the next privileged horizon, the soundbites chewing up any ear-space we have left.   Alyssa Trivett is a wandering soul. When not working two jobs, she listens to music and scrawls lines on the back of gas station receipts. Her work recently appeared at in Between … Continue reading Sunday Morning, At a Friend’s