Here’s what we’re looking for. Fresh Imagery Exploding cocoons, Exodusing locusts, Etc. Word Choice A voice Rejoicing.
Scholars and Rogues Fiction: “Return to Me,” by Mark Sumioka
There is a capability within. Knowing how to stop. I know how to stop. In fact, it’s very few and far between when I need to, because I know how to gauge […]
Scholars and Rogues Nonfiction: “Smile: Love Song to a Fading America,” by Malcolm Cooper
In terms of art and artistry, culture and the intricate moving multitudes of its respective parts, the 1960’s in America dissected almost every aspect of popular culture and reimagined it into the […]
Scholars and Rogues Fiction: “The Shirt,” by Patty Somlo
Ji-li stood in the small dark room, studying her reflection in the cloudy mirror. Barely blinking, she watched herself fold a worn shirt and slip it into her large, right pants pocket. […]
Scholars and Rogues Fiction: “That Little Kick Boxer Within,” by Samuel Vargo
“Anything to make a buck.” That’s what Mom always says about Dad. And there’s a lot of wisdom in her words. Mamma knows best and Mamma knows her man. That’s “man” as […]
Scholars and Rogues fiction: Slick by Alan Swyer
The first time Slick Taylor told me I’d been sent to him by God, I should have known enough to bolt. But instead, seated with a musician who was legendary for all […]
Scholars and Rogues Fiction: “That Night,” by Mark Sumioka
It had been a torrential night. The drinking had gotten out of hand to where our buzzes were delightful and we talked over nonsensical matters with luster and humor. But there was […]
S&R Poetry: “On High Places Lit By Stars,” by Kathryn Errickson
This is where I do my best thinking: seven feet off the ground on the roof of a dented dodge; one story up from doorsteps on silver- coated tar; leaning out windows […]
S&R Fiction: “The Space Between,” By David Landrum
Martin Rollins thought he had performed well as the opening act for Nickel Creek, but a local journalist cut him to shreds in a review the next day. He called his music […]
S&R Fiction: “The Trouble With Kids,” by Mark Sumioka
In this heat little was possible. I sat on my couch with all the windows and doors open so that the houseflies could do as they pleased. They wandered here and there. […]
