Zoology students are apt to quail when asked what use are the bands on a snail The evidence they learn in class the banding helps it hide in grass If this is […]
S&R Poetry: “Cepaea nemoralis” by Peter Cobbold
S&R Poetry: "Timing," by Laurin Wolf
Timing Is time a thought that we create, a crack in space meant to alleviate the ache, harness worn on the wrist like a shackled prison bitch? I wonder what is at […]
S&R Fiction: "A Few Words With God" by Teresa Milbrodt
I eat a cherry pop-tart and try not to get crumbs on yesterday’s New York Times. My girlfriend gives me her copies because she says it’s good for me to know more […]
S&R Fiction: "Mile 127" by Joseph Lambach
So, they’re all just sitting there. Looking into the camera. She – Lisa – has that smile I know so well. But that’s only because we have history. Not to be too […]
S&R Fiction: "Prayers" by Madeline Weinland
The clean-shaven man entered the church after the sermon had already begun. He took a seat next to an elderly woman in pink tweed, clutching her own underlined Bible with one hand […]
S&R Fiction: "The Antique" by Jay Sizemore
Looking back on his life, Michael could see the mistakes that led him to the street, but knowing them did nothing to change his fate. The world was a hard, cold place, […]
S&R Nonfiction: The Bookman, by Elizabeth Titus
Blame it on four-dollar cupcakes. And capitalists and philistines. Because of them, the bookman has been forced out of his spot on Columbus Avenue just outside 67 Wine at 68th Street. At […]
S&R Fiction: Sitting in a Tipi, Waiting for a Truck by Nathan Elberg
“We’re lost.” “What are you talking about?” It was dangerous to be lost in the sub-arctic wilderness, especially in winter. “You and I aren’t where we should be.” We found the beaver […]
S&R Nonfiction: "Collage in the Closet" by Francis DiClemente
1 The manuscripts had collected in my bottom drawer. This verbal clutter consisted of poems, stories and film scripts, all fused into the genre of unwanted black ink on white paper; in […]
S&R Poetry: "A Lost Language," by Mark J. Mitchell
Unpacking words, she spreads them out Like cards that might reveal something Hidden. There’s no room for your doubt. Unpacking her words, they fan out Into a hand, neat, clear of rings. […]
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