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You Make Decency so Difficult, Darling ~ Raj Venkata
You make decency so difficult, my darling. There was a time when my soul was so full to bursting that the only way I could keep myself from swelling too big to fit through my house’ double doors was by loving everything in the world, which was just barely enough to keep my heart from falling apart from the strain of the stretching of its skin.
The Good Housekeeper ~ M. Blaha
That Charlotte Lewis is the most infuriating creature on the planet! She makes it her lofty profession in life to find some flaw in my housekeeping and appearance that she can expose to the Ladies Auxiliary or Thursday Afternoon Bridge Players. Yes, I would say that Charlotte is the neighborhood predator. She is always scrutinizing my appearance, hoping to find an unpowdered nose, missing button, or – blasphemy! – a stray curler.
A Night: Called Home ~ Julius Anne
The Johnsonville Press would like to introduce a new poet, Julius Anne. Julius is a gifted poet and we are excited to have his work featured in our publication. We hope you enjoy his work as much as we do.
Oxymoronic ~ M. Blaha
She looked awfully pretty sitting at the bar, eating her jumbo shrimp cocktail and kissing the rim of her dry martini glass. She ate carefully, diligently, making sure each small bite was enjoyed until she reached its tail, and even though her lips were port red, she somehow mastered the art of drinking out of a martini glass without leaving any stain.
A Brief Tragedy in Blank Verse That Is At Least Superficially About Ninjas ~ Raj Venkata
There is a quiet little restaurant
out in a just as quiet part of Queens.
The name: “Master Hiroshi’s Ninja Grill.”
In Which I Break My Poor Muse’ Heart For No Good Reason ~ Raj Venkata
You are to be praised and commended for your valiant efforts over the tenure of my miserable life, love. You have admirably played the role of mother, lover, sister in… Read more
Worthless Poet Blues ~ Raj Venkata
I could write at the sky
till I humble and silence
all of the heavens combined.
I could wrap my words
‘round the span of your skin
Like so many miles of twine
