Sándor Kányádi/1929-2018
Hungarian-Romanian poet and iconic spokesman of Transylvania, Sándor Kányádi, dead at 89 by Paul Sohar Contributing Writer Sándor Kányádi (1929-2018) was born in a small Hungarian village in Transylvania, Romania, the son of a small farmer – more commonly...
Gardner Dozois: In Memoriam, by Jack Dann
I don’t need to tell the reader that Gardner became one of the most important editors in the genre, as influential and essential to the mature state of science fiction as John W. Campbell was to its earlier formation. He was fine tuned to talent; he loved developing it in other writers; and that ability to nurture and develop so many writers, that ability to focus and shape the field…that was genius. Less known, sadly, is that he was a brilliant short story writer. The short form was his métier. Although he lamented that he wasn’t really comfortable with novel lengths, his oeuvre of what I think of as perfect short stories are second to none in or out of the genre. They are true expressions of the poetry that circulated through him like blood.
Reme Terrelonge/Poetry
Songbird’s Strum Storm Anaphora happens at the beginning. Anaphora is a prelude. Anaphora has not started to move. Anaphora is shaky. Anaphora shines obliviously. Anaphora introduces it anew. It is the birth. An enigma is contained by small spaces. An enigma...
Tongue-Threaded Shuttle/Book Review
Homo digitalis moves to the modern implementation of 1s and zeros to explain the contemporary means of communication and understanding. “The electronic web that connects/computers, ussers,/sounds, images, texts,/in all languages and fields of knowledge/has been called the Aleph,/the point that contains all the places of the world/seen from all angles/without superposition or transparency,/the sphere without a circumference/whose center is everywhere.” A no more beautiful or fitting description of what we might find in an afterlife that unites us with the universe (unless we’re already there), as that center moves from one place to another while always remaining at the center.
The Second O of Sorrow/Review
The Second O in Sorrow Format: Kindle Edition Size of the file: 552 KB Number of pages in the print edition: 104 pages Publisher: BOA Editions Ltd. (April 10, 2018) Sold by: Amazon Media EU S.à r.l. English language ASIN: B07BTDVZ84 ...
Vanishing Acts/Chapter One
Vanishing Acts Chapter One – Buddy, 2011 "Chapter One -- Buddy, 2011, " is the first chapter in the latest book from Jaimee Wriston Colbert. by Jaimee Wriston Colbert [dropcap...
Paul Sohar/Poetry
the traffic noise downhill resumes its life but it’s no longer my life that goes on
without the life of the one we talk about
Carol Smallwood/Bill Luvaas Interview
Photo by Blake Wheeler on Unsplash *** Dancing the Writer's Two Step An Interview with Bill Luvaas with Carol Smallwood Contributing Writer Welcome to Saint Angel is the fourth novel of this multi-nominated novelist honored with such nominations...
ÁRPÁD FARKAS/Poetry
Poems by ÁRPÁD FARKAS Translated from the Hungarian by Paul Sohar Let There be No Silence (Csak csend ne legyen) Let wispy little voices spring from blocks of dumbstruck dawns, let them flood the borders of glistening fields, let them ring out on the plates of...
Guinotte Wise/Artist Interview
*** Guinotte Wise: Mad Man Escapes to Kansas with Mike Foldes Managing Editor agazine: I see you’ve had a lot of experience in a score of occupations before becoming an advertising exec…. What...
Arthur Shattuck O’Keefe/Fiction
He stopped, turned, and looked at Yugo. For the first time ever, he smiled; the very faintest trace of a smile. But neither mocking nor malicious, no. Yugo felt a sudden sense of kinship and empathy in this smile which both attracted and repelled him, and he knew in that moment that the man with the umbrella would not die today.
Alice Mazzei
Black Rooms and Oracle Bones Black rooms lie littered with bleached bones sterling white like plated silver tibia and fibia, Their dainty curves drawing the eye across them as a mathematician's compass draws truths In leaden lines on carbon paper negatives. The...
Emily Stephenson/Poetry
Modern Family Poem The widened arms of the marina stretch below the fourth-story balcony. Briny winds waft into the open door, into the small apartment. She sleeps through the noon-bells, her nocturnal employment awaits. The atmosphere seems heavy and oppressive. It...
Dorothy Zeisler, Poetry
Works: Mother monarch treads water, Floats gently, to pretend her feet touch the ocean floor, Her tired mind distributes a headache, pounding against her skull like waves. The ocean spray masks her strongest tears As she works to raise her own, up above...
Mario Moroni/Poetry
*** Intermezzo by Mario Moroni Recitare le ceneri Ciò che rimane del giorno, ciò che non si vede più o che è stato mal visto, quel giorno quando John Trevor era uscito in strada, scese le scale: “Cielo quasi blu dalle mille forme scure” aveva...
Bill Yarrow/Poetry
RUN OF HUNTERS The leaking state. Comparative possum. The crushing sound of conjunction. Like eating a meal of attenuated steam. I am passionately committed to palisade market shares. Time is the bebop of the spheres. Your self insists you take inverted sides. What’s...
Anum Kamran Sattar/Poetry
by Anum Kamran Sattar Arrogance I wanted to participate in our class discussion on a scummy pond, so I said the water was not filled with bacteria, but some aquatic plant. But my professor dismissed my observation. He thought that nitrogen–containing waste from...
William Crawford/Flash Fiction
“It’s like a heat wave…” A Kool, Kool Fool From The Rock ‘N Roll School Shares A Frigidaire Nightmare. pulled into El Paso along about half past dead. The weathered wall thermometer hit...
Steve Poleskie/Then and Now
Citadelle Laferriere, built between 1805 and 1820 to protect Haiti from invasion. Photo by Stephen Poleskie Almost Shot Out of the Sky While Flying Over a “Shithole” Country By Stephen Poleskie [dropcap style="font-size: 46px;...
Steve Dalachinsky/Poetry
the stone age i’m lost - they’ve knocked me back to the stone age - this sick skin in a dream populated by science fiction literates - this terribly lonely dream populated by people into their own heads - gin drinkers & young girls sitting around 4 legged...
Adele Kenny/Poetry
2 Poems by Adele Kenny Past the Waterline (After Lake with Dead Trees by Thomas Cole) This could be any day, anywhere—either one of us could be the other, momentary deer where the water ends and the forest begins. Whatever hard things we’ve seen—what we’ve...
Fiction/Leslie Brown
WALKABOUT by Leslie Brown In the summer of 1969 I told my mother II was going to sublet an apartment in the Cass Corridor. I’d always wanted to live near campus, and this was my last chance, my final quarter of graduate school at Wayne State University....
Daniel Dragomirescu/Essay
The Death of the Gold Digger by Daniel Dragomirescu liked to go to the cinema even before I started going to school, and until I was twelve or thirteen I had already seen various...
Steve Poleskie/Then and Now
I don’t suppose that I am the only person who goes to sleep at night wondering if they will wake up to find the world at war. Or perhaps the war will have started by the time you read this article. I will not comment on the quality of the world leaders leading the world during these times…
Ken Wetherington/Fiction
One Night in Las Vegas Jackson and I pushed our way through the crowded casino to the table where Marcos dealt blackjack. We stood among the spectators, watching as his deck diminished. When a dozen or so cards remained, he scooped up the discards and began...