Showing posts with label Reading and Writing By Pub Light. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Reading and Writing By Pub Light. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Review: Stately Speaking: Poems, by Thomas Michael McDade + new story published

I recently reviewed Thomas Michael McDade's loquacious but focused anthology, Stately Speaking: Poems, on the Reading and Writing By Pub Light site. (If you're interested in obtaining this chapbook, contact Thomas through the email address at the start of the review.)

Thomas also recently published another excellent, sensory-intense story, Casing the Spirit, on the The Feathered Flounder ezine.

Want more Thomas-penned excellence? In December 2011, his story, Weber-o-lantern, was published on this site.

Check out - own - his work!

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Review: The Jewel in The Moment, by Richard Cody

I reviewed Richard Cody's wonderful "haikuish" anthology The Jewel in The Moment on the Reading & Writing By Pub Light site.

Cody published two spooky stories on this site, as well: Alice and Lisa.

Cody, also the author of the horror anthology Darker Corners and the poetry anthology This is Not My Heart, is a writer whose work is worth reading - and owning.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Alex and the zebra

By Steve Isaak


(for Eliza Rain Brecheisen)


Alex, six, playing with dolls in her playground, saw the light purple zebra, standing in the plains beyond the high cyclone fence bordering her backyard.

She dropped her dolls and watched the purple zebra.

The zebra appeared to be a colt – a male foal – rubbing noses with his mother, who happily made blowing noises through her loose equine lips.

His mother, like the rest of their herd, was white with black stripes.

He’s different from the others, like me, the adopted Asian girl thought. Why is he different?

Raising their long necks, the ostriches, who’d been grazing near the zebras, hissed warnings: predators approaching.

The birds hightailed it, their brown butterball bellies and wings shaking. Seconds later, the zebras, with accompanying whinnies and loud snorts, followed the ostriches.

Alex ran inside her house to tell her red-haired mother, Stephanie, about what she’d seen.

Stephanie paused in her vegetable cutting to kneel beside her daughter, smiling and pulling Alex close when the little girl, breathless, finished her tale.

“That’s great,” Stephanie said. “Why don’t you draw some pictures of them?”

Thus began Alex’s famous career obsessions: purple zebras and painting them.

She never saw a real live purple zebra again.


Copyright ©2011 Steve Isaak. All rights reserved. Do not reproduce in any form, including electronic, without the author’s express permission.

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This was originally published on the Reading and Writing By Pub Light site on March 7, 2011.