Gregg Williard decodes the meaning of the happiest spam on earth.
“Once you’re the printer there’s nowhere to go.” Tom Larsen inks the fountain.
“Most people assume calling 911 is only for emergencies; while I admire their integrity, there are many others with a less discerning dial finger.” Honest to goodness City Firefighter, Russell Koharchick, elaborates.
“Let’s interface.” Sara Greenwald exploits the layoff love.
“The week Jim got down to his last fifty dollars, he decided something had to give.” Patty Somlo proves it isn’t always a man’s world.
Today we present two poems by Philip Kao, and caregiver weeps.
Ann Neuser Lederer demonstrates how often times it’s not the job itself that is interesting.
This week’s poem by Ronald Steiner features an economic use of plasma.
Emily Strauss makes example of why, even when it seems like it couldn’t be so, there are never too many poems about teaching.
Easy money? This week, Denise Emanuel Clemen shares the true story of selling her body and her blood.