Girls from the church youth group I led were taken from their home by Child Protective Services with a police escort, their step father yelling and threatening violence. They called a few hours later. With no foster parenting prep classes, no reading over the rules, no official designation, my introduction to foster care was strangely […]
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S&R Fiction: “Lord and Taylor,” by Gary Marmorstein
“Chanel Number Five?” said Jerry. He and his brother, David, had entered the store at Fifth Avenue and were making their way toward the center of the ground floor. They had expected to find one perfume station in the department store; instead there were half a dozen, each with its own sales people, each designed […]
S&R Nonfiction: “Saturdays in Kid Heaven,” by Allen Long
About 7 a.m. on a warm Saturday morning in July, 1990, I slipped out of my bedroom and into the hall, relieved I hadn’t woken my wife, Linda. I knew she’d rise shortly, and then I’d have an hour or less to get our three sons fed, dressed, and out of the house before she […]
S&R Fiction: “To Each His Own,” by Mark Sumioka
What I liked about the very early morning, during the gray misty fog, was the fragility of the newborn day. There was daintiness in the air. I stepped over the moist welcome mat with the feeling that something was about to be broken, or that something had just happened, not so much a calamity but […]
S&R Fiction: “Polished,” by Teresa Milbrodt
“Don’t do anything until you hear from me,” Jeremy says, kissing me hard on the lips before he gets on the bus. There are two hundred bottles of very expensive nail polish in his black wheeled briefcase, and we’re praying this works. My stomach hurts already. It’s a hot afternoon in Pittsburgh, and humid because […]
S&R Nonfiction: “The American Library…” by Samuel Vargo
The library of the new millennium seems schizophrenic – with an array of sounds, smells and scenarios bizarre and strange; in contrast, the grand old book repository of my youth was sedate and serene. Times change. Society changes. Cities change. Today’s library system is large, expensive and is usually a big part of downtown and […]
S&R Poetry: “Stopped on the Delhi Metro,” by Janna Strain
Agla station… Jor Bagh… he. The next station is…Jor Bagh. I made paneer for the Marquis de Saag. My jokes make India Pale Ales blush. This is the third meditation where I’ve been hushed. I just say, To each his om. To each great thinker his garden gnome. Beware of garden dogs gardening my gold— […]
S&R Nonfiction: “A Television Christmas,” by Laura Fanning
Long before I met my eventual husband, I met television. When I was a child my father didn’t let my sister and I watch television because he thought that watching it would turn us into idiots and, although I haven’t read the stats on that, there may be some foundational truth there. Poor Daddy. He […]
S&R Poetry: Two poems by Krystol Stinson
An A Cappella Tribute Elvis Presley, God of the rowdy pelvis, was a Sun King in his own right. An elder of the Craft and a Most High Priestess of Elvis, says Elvis personally awoke white, middle-class America’s white-man-overbite chakra, and shapeshifted throughout his life from the splendid young Peacock God to the fat, laughing […]
S&R Poetry: “Rebuked,” by MJ De Angelis
Rebuked Because the thunderstorm needed watching, I rocked on the front porch to behold the night scolded by lightning. Above me a buzzing bulb drew a twisting cloud of insects. When they reached it, they ricocheted, scalded and blind. _____ M.J. De Angelis lives on the Lamprey River in Durham, New Hampshire and enjoys fly […]
S&R Poetry: Five poems from Samantha Milowsky
Untitled Send a god symbol through our daisy-chained heads— fix the fireflies in our throats, drown receivers for impending dreams, stammering the dulcimer, name me kin, gentle conquest of meat, torrents of mania, polite chained cameos, unchained epochs of light roused over and over, come the shadows between the hours, falling on the same backseats […]
S&R Poetry: “Before there were headscarves.” by Margarita Prokofyeva
They were sorcerers, bringers of sunshine, gypsy queens shimmying down the hills of the pregnant earth, budding with life, crashing through the tunnels that once contained them. Minds like baby dragons trapped in acorn caps, unraveling and spilling over edges of a dark stage into an audience Nothing but empty chairs draped with dust and […]
S&R Poetry: “Eyebrows,” by Elizabeth Ballou
and they say that’s how Brooke Shields landed the 1980 spring issue of Vogue, after all – before those eglantine eyes made her a tabloid queen, it was her brows that floored the likes of Thierry Mugler and Azzedine Alaïa: those martial, luscious supercilia, cutting across her forehead like two thick rows of Idaho barley […]
S&R Fiction: “God’s Privates,” by David Comfort
On his twenty-ninth birthday, Clifford threw moderation to the wind and tied the knot with his Skagway High sweetheart, Linda Marie. The daughter of a Ketchikan gillnetter, Linda Marie was studying to become a marine biologist. After the honeymoon — a road trip to the Whitehorse Moosehide Gala – Colt .45 shut her old man’s […]
S&R Poetry: “Angel Lust,” by Michael C. Rush
the pedantic romantic his somatic compunction his chaste waste the static charge of arousal is just that, static, without the impetus of action the semiotic semi-erotics of formative fornicative experiences mislead without falsehood impulse spurious vaginal angels petrichor to mithridate shamanic shagman caress a rough flesh of lump and crease Michael C. Rush is made […]
S&R Poetry: “For Amien, Who Asks If I Still Write Poetry,” by Sarah Jordan Stout
I was at the bar, worried my hair looked like Frankenstien’s bride, admiring your tan arms. My hands wiped air like napkins I don’t know what I expected them to say— didn’t know they were wilted sheets, surrender flags. When we watched the Bollywood movie, I wanted to be that girl who unfurled in a […]
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