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Gerald Nicosia – Ferlinghetti

for Neeli Cherkovski Lawrence never let me treat him like a famous man I sat down to interview him a green 27-year-old Midwestern kid He said, “You need...

Silvio Donà – Serial Killer

Rocco did not have any particular reason to hate old women.Yet, he hated them in a ferocious way.Only seeing one of them...

SHORT STORIES

Antonia Buizza – Angela

“Angela, don’t run: you know that after you are going to have a sore throat”.“Ok, mum, I’m coming”.Mother and daughter went back...

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Alexander Shurbanov – Waiting for Schliemann

Everything I’ve written has its whereabouts in spacetime. Not a word is invented, not a sound. If one day a Schliemann rakes the dust of the ages, Troy the unconquerable will...

CLASSICS

gertrude stein poems

Gertrude Stein – Johnny Grey

What did he say. I was disagreeing with him. He said he didn't have it by...

Kate Chopin – Désirée’s Baby

As the day was pleasant, Madame Valmondé drove over to L’Abri to see Désirée and...

T. S. Eliot – Eeldrop and Appleplex

I Eeldrop and Appleplex rented two small rooms in a disreputable part of town. Here they...
The Blind Men and the Elephant - American Literature

James Baldwin – The Blind Men and the Elephant

There were once six blind men who stood by the road-side every day, and begged...

Joseph Conrad – The Lagoon

The white man, leaning with both arms over the roof of the little house in...

POETS' CORNER

Neeli Cherkovski – A Poet

a poet for sure sauntering down the avenue to number 261 sporting a beret wearing Levies neatly ironed a poet is all he...

Neeli Cherkovski

Neeli Cherkovski was born in Los Angeles and attended Los Angeles State College (now Cal...

Pina Piccolo – I Would Have Liked To Be patti smith

I would have liked to be patti smith. Locks of rebellious gray hair. Indomitable gaunt visage. The jacket: the worn-out one from...

Gerald Nicosia

Born outside Chicago, Gerald Nicosia moved to San Francisco in 1979. He is author of...

Dylan Thomas – Should Lanterns Shine

Should lanterns shine, the holy face, Caught in an octagon of unaccustomed light, Would wither up, and...