The Ramingo’s Porch – “Pull The Chain” A Poem By Kushal Poddar

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Pull The Chain

The morning train mails away.
The shit beside the railroad still fresh.

The girl on the facing seat sleeps
in between her legs.
A labor knotted hand lights
the day’s first cigarette guarding it
from the wind framed by the ajar door. Continua a leggere

The Ramingo’s Porch – Two Poems By David Boski

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An Epiphany Lost on Magical Mushrooms

One of her friends didn’t want any
so I decided to eat her share of the
mushrooms without considering the
possible consequences of doubling
down. Continua a leggere

The Ramingo’s Porch – Two Poems By George D Anderson

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The Christmas Family Form Letter

The letter arrives every year
like clockwork-
usually by the 15th of December
in a pink scented envelope
with masses of colourful stamps
& a professionally printed logo
with their names & address
pasted in the top left corner. Continua a leggere

The Ramingo’s Porch – “Very Strange” And Other Poems by DAH


Very Strange

Today, the light has a sharp edge,
one swing of a sunbeam
and the tower-bells
melt to a bowl of soup.

Flowers are sweating and
the dried grass, like limp scales.
I think the day is crazy, almost
sour and sick. Continua a leggere

The Ramingo’s Porch – “Short History of Bad Relationships” And Other Poems By Leah Mueller

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Short History of Bad Relationships

Caught head lice in Mexico
from my brother or my sister:
I’m not sure which. My mother
suggested pet shampoo, but it
was ineffective. My mother Continua a leggere

The Ramingo’s Porch – “The Unending” a Short Story By Mike Fiorito


The Unending

            We had recently moved into an apartment only a block away from an elevated train track.  At times, the trains roared loudly, as if surging through our living room.  Sometimes the train’s rattle was subtle, like a gurgling brook.  Sometimes we didn’t hear the train at all.

One night, a few weeks ago, I got home very late from work.  All of the lights were out in the apartment.  On the kitchen table, I saw a cigarette still smoking in an ash tray, though I didn’t see Triny, my wife.  I figured she must have just gone to bed.  I undressed, closed the lights and settled into bed. Continua a leggere

The Ramingo’s Porch – Four Poems By Brian Rihlmann

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none of them ever admitted it
at least not that I remember
the whole village of fathers
and father figures
that raised us to be men
all silent about an animating force
as common as an itchy ballsack Continua a leggere