Kody Ford is a writer and lover of the arts. He hails from Fayetteville, AR, and is a graduate of the University of Arkansas and the University of Central Arkansas. He has worked as a professional writer for 15 years.
Poetry

I Count My Blessings

By Martin Bemberg After a hard day’s ecstasy the legs are the first to weaken Under the weight of the recently Belgian bicyclical Ambe...
Poetry

To Quote My Wife

By Martin Bemberg “I thought I’d found my husband. What a cruel joke to lose him,” She says looking back on my headache so...
Poetry

The Names Of Water

By Martin Bemberg They say there are in “Eskimo” some thirty or more words for ice. But we too have many words for water’s...
Poetry

Smoke Secedes

By Martin Bemberg A ready-damned-made americano, iced: Where’s the taste it ought to have? And where’s my money back? I’m ...
Poetry

Life Without The Internet

By Martin Bemberg When I use it more often as a table in my lap And less as a laptop, and am under the influence Of things like Janis Joplin...
Poetry

Butterfly Knives

By Martin Bemberg My lover is most Christian among Heathens And is not afraid of knives some cohort kings Have banned and brandished, Becaus...
Prose

Executive Heroism

By Marty Shutter EXECUTIVE HEROISM: FINAL MOMENTS OF ONE CIVILIZATION Ours is a government of tire inflation guidelines file cabinet hallway...
Poetry

Aging

By Joshua Robert Long you are never going to forget the way hair circles the drain or the way the altitude tightens the face the red in the ...