Poetry: “War Games” by Rob Schultz

My brother was the cowboy, I the Indian. Stumping his Stick horse in crazy zigzags He dug up dirt. Once I stabbed The ground with my knife. Nicked his ear. He grew industrious, mowed the lawn In neat squares, uprooted weeds--wild- Flowers--built a plywood fort Under a weathered oak whose branches I climbed to watch, … Continue reading Poetry: “War Games” by Rob Schultz

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Fiction: “When We Are Gone the Light Is Alone” by Michael McCanne

The women departing slip of their chemises of light All of a single sudden not a soul remains When we are gone the light is alone                 Paul Eluard Predawn. In the city, a factory burned. Luisa paused, her brush frozen in the air, touching her lashes. The transportation workers are out … Continue reading Fiction: “When We Are Gone the Light Is Alone” by Michael McCanne