The Crossroads
Thursday, February 20, 2020

Note To A Fartist Fraud. By John Patrick Robbins

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                       You sent me your books in some childish attempt to impress me . Like some jilted lover who shows up at the bar w...
Thursday, January 30, 2020

No One Wants Anything to Get Better. By Ryan Quinn Flanagan

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I’ll let you in on the secret of secrets, no one wants anything to get better and the more people that die, the better. They will ne...
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Tuesday, December 17, 2019

Not Much . By Ryan Quinn Flanagan

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You know the braggart, the one who drinks half as much  as everyone else  and makes twice the noise, back in the bathroom every t...
Sunday, December 15, 2019

Equinox By Alex Z. Salinas

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I hear defeat  In Coltrane’s “Equinox,” his Sax desperate To slither out Of Wittgenstein’s  Suicide bottle,  Yet Elvin Jones...
Thursday, December 5, 2019

Truth And Pavement Hurt. By John Patrick Robbins

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               He told me . "Man the problem is your just much better at this everyone else." The kid didn't understand the...
Tuesday, November 19, 2019

Heartbreak and Steaks in the Children’s Hospital by Alex Z. Salinas

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Each page my eyes drift to the last word. Noticing, Karina says: “We can quit if you don’t wanna.” “It’s OK.” My grip tightens. Gently...
Wednesday, November 13, 2019

Recovery Time. By Ryan Quinn Flanagan

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I can’t stand all those extended fight scene movies from Asia. The ludicrous way every dish washer is a shaolin monk in waiting. Han...
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