Category: Uncategorized

  • The Rough Chronicles of Bi-Polar Romance by Julie M. Tate

    Oct 16th, 2009 | By W.B. Burkholder | Category: Book Reviews | 523 views In her poem “Victory” Julie M. Tate writes, “I am the last drop of water in the Bermuda triangle.” Her newest chapbook, The Rough Chronicles of Bi-Polar Romance snatches the reader from a safe and mundane existence. They are caught up…

    Know More

  • Manifesto of a True American Artist and Poet

    Nov 14th, 2009 | By Michael Indorato | Category: Artwork | 66 views All the channels on TV; from the comfort of a sofa we watch, entertained by the evils of our society All the broken families, divided by greed, self -centeredness and infidelity All the children with shattered hearts, without hope for the future…

    Know More

  • Making a Moonshine Still Adventure with Lonnie and Feathers and Lightenin

    Sep 12th, 2009 | By W.B. Burkholder | Category: Short Stories | 113 views Lonnie and I was out back a Cooper’s hardware store one day, lookin for scrap metal and such ta make us a few dollars over at the junk yard. Mr. Cooper never minded us back there wallerin in his junk piles,…

    Know More

  • A Southern Fishing Story with Lonnie and Ezekiel Walters

    Sep 14th, 2009 | By W.B. Burkholder | Category: Short Stories | 96 views Every once and a while, Lonnie and I id go down ta Old Woman creek and do us some catfishin. We’d go out and dig us up some crawlers, maybe catch us a few crawdads and such fer bait; we had…

    Know More

  • Lonnie and I: A Story of Man’s Best Friend

    Sep 9th, 2009 | By W.B. Burkholder | Category: Short Stories | 71 views One spring, Lonnie and I went ta work for the undertaker Pardee. He was the buryin man over in Calhoun, just a pole cat’s jump outside a Otisville. It was gettin on ta spring and he wanted me and Lonnie ta…

    Know More

  • Lonnie And I: You Gonna Eat That?

    Sep 8th, 2009 | By W.B. Burkholder | Category: Short Stories | 79 views I woke up that Saturday morning face down in a bowl of Cheerios. Lonnie was sitting on the other side of the table staring at me with a fork in his hand. “You gonna eat that?” he asked longingly, looking like…

    Know More

  • Lonnie and the Secret of Killer Stewed Tamata’s

    Sep 10th, 2009 | By W.B. Burkholder | Category: Short Stories | 98 views One night, Lonnie and I was out hootin it up on the town.  We found us some moonshine that his Daddy done hid before the social welfare folks had come and run im off.    Lonnie’s Daddy had put im in them wire…

    Know More

  • Sometimes You Can’t Wait Forever

    Aug 31st, 2009 | By Christopher Dwyer | Category: Short Stories | 229 views She exhales a strand of icy vanilla lace and my heart freezes with uncertainty. The beeps and whirls of the ventilator are a dazzling lullaby and my eyelids start to drop and barely open again before her hand squeezes mine. I’ve…

    Know More