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10 comments to “Issue Seventeen”
10 comments to “Issue Seventeen”

  3. Ah, the lovely Ms. Memi. I LOVE your work. You never fail to bring a smile to my face, and as Lisa stated above, evoke some melancholic emotions.

    Great piece of story telling. I’m off to stalk you some more…

  4. I sat at the next table whispering “Me, me, pick me!” but of course you only had eyes for her. My bold glances went unnoticed while your eyes found hers. When you left, I followed, and wanted to peek in your window to see two beauties entwined. It wasn’t possible, but in my mind’s eye your contours came alive as I walked home in the rain. Droplets formed rivulets then freshets of lust and yearning. but only the still waters of solitude lay ahead for me. Bo

  5. I am a longtime fan of Samantha Memi’s work. This was a wonderful story and I enjoyed the fresh perspective…it was delightful to see a story from the point of view opposite the one I normally think of! Also, as other commenters have said, the melancholy tone was notable.

    Publish more of Samantha!

  6. Jason Brightwell’s poem Pushing Nickels is succinct and profound and struggles with the mortal ideas we all have to face.

  7. The poem “Pushing Nickels” is an excellent depiction of our desire to have a lasting effect on the world that doesn’t fade away when we die.

  8. I am digging Jason Brightwell’s “Pushing Nickels”. It’s funny to me, in a twisted way. While the nickel was placed by the man, if there is no memory of the moment then it is nothing more than a nickel in concrete. A false sense of immortality or legacy.

  9. We were excited to see that Jason Brightwell had a piece in this issue. We’be been following his poetry for some time now. Pushing Nickels is another excellent piece from this talented writer.

  10. I thought Jason Brightwell’s “Pushing Nickels” poem was quite interesting. I see the poem different ways, but i like to think that this nickel is placed there for when he is gone, the light from the lamp post shines down on a piece of him thats still there like a light shining down from Heaven, if that is where he goes..

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