March 14, 2014

This week, more  original poetry from Diane Havens, new contributor Jay Gould is back again, another small bit of surreal microfiction from and of course, Tom Jones. Enjoy!

A Mountain, by Diane Havens

Read by Diane Havens

Diane writes…

Another from my collection WITHOUT MAKEUP. Mountains are usually silent, but I heard this one.


Trapped, by Lighty &

Read by Xe Sands

Xe writes…

After “Oh-So-Real-Me” and “What a Crumbling Mask,” comes “Trapped,” the third (and perhaps final?) segment from a little series over on

I think we’re talking Icarus here…but this piece, perhaps even more than the one before, gets at the larger question of whose needs and desires are more valid: those who want to retain, or those who wish to leave.

I still don’t have an answer, although of course I know what I would, in fact have, said to those who wish to leave: “Please don’t? Please.”

Image credit:   debaird, CC BY-SA 2.0)


A Clear Midnight, byWalt Whitman

Read by Jay Gould


Tom Jones, Book VII, Chapter 13, by Henry Fielding

Read by Mark Turetsky

Mark writes…

Book 7 Chapter 14 of Tom Jones.

This is part of an ongoing project in which I will record and post one chapter per week of Henry Fielding’s Tom Jones over the course of four years.

This week’s chapter contains a spooky ghost story! Well, no, not really. In fact, it features Tom being mistaken for a ghost. He’s pale, covered in blood, carrying a candle and a sword and calling out “Northerton!” Also, the clock has just struck midnight, so you can understand why he’d been mistaken for a ghost.

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