7 Days a Week by Brad Rose

7 Days a Week We called Mason Goodrich Thompson III, “Shorty.” He was 6’5” and you couldn’t miss him in a crowd at the Montgomery County fair, even if you were blind. He stood out. Mason came back from Korea with a set of skills; he could make anything explode. When the church went up…

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Friday Night Drive to Watertown by Brad Rose

I’m wearing flammable clothing. Also wearing the inflammable clothing. You can’t be too careful. Although it’s not posted, I’m driving the exact speed limit. It must have snowed last night, because I just passed a house with a square snowman. Man, I tell you, those kids have problems. I hope they get some help. Soon. You know what…

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Prisoner of Love by Brad Rose

It was an understandable mistake. A small figurine of a girl, you were available only in stores that sold bullets. It was like a silent movie. Thank goodness, it was a lot better than it sounded. Of course, love can’t be attributed entirely to crop failure. Your kiss was far less frigid than lipstick on…

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Two Flash by Brad Rose

Naked to the Waist Click to hear the author read this poem It wasn’t summer, it was heaven. I’d always wondered if death and life were the same? Wondered if angels got exhausted from flapping their wings? Sis said it wasn’t true that Eve was made of earth and bone and the salty backwater of…