Literature - The Roanoke Rambler

Livingston Station

We met at a summer dance, / Then she was gone.

Learn To Fly

“I think they call it flying because it uses all the same muscles,” Anael says. Above, a shout, “Ready! Hup!” and a shadow sails through afternoon sunbeams.

Poetry

Fireworks

Green is gorgeous is too soon gone, / she thought. Rockets fell toward new year’s dawn.

Poetry

Appalachian Chapel

In the acre’s shady corner / of unremembered names

Poetry

Energy Solutions

again, i was all alone / and awake / (just lying there) / when the first wave came with a strong wind

Fiction

A Castle in the Air

It was a hot July day in the mountains of Virginia. The earth swam in a faint blue haze of heat that rose from river and cliff.

Poetry

Centralia

along centre street in midtown ashland / where william’s woods’ dark seams form a forum ...

Humor

The Silence of the Drams

As a professional liquor reviewer, the pandemic saw me locking my immune system up tighter then Fort Knox.

Poetry

Less Than

I was afraid / of the man next door ...