Murder in Melaque She Wrote! A BillJo Doll Mystery

A mystery novel by BilliJo Doll uncovers death in the Costalegre region of Mexico.

In a hotel full of suspects who is the next victim? French Canadian tourists have been dying in the Mexican village of Melaque for ten years. Is it all a coincidence or is something more sinister afoot? Murder in Melaque is the latest page turning mystery from writer BilliJo Doll. The author who had previously scored with Murder in Montana set in her home state now sets the table in her adopted state of Jalisco, Mexico.

Memento Mori in San Francisco

Memento mori in San Francisco window.

      As you are
       I was
 As I am you will be

I’m Done writes Liz Parkin

Frida Collage by the artist and poet Liz Parkin.

The girl inside me cries for her youth
And the clock ticks away

I should have done more I think
Paralyzed by fear

America Your Face is Dirty

Carlos Cortez reflects on the bombing of Hiroshima through poetry.

When your bomb fell
More had fallen
Than just a bomb

When you destroyed a city
More was destroyed
Than just a city

Charles Bane Jr.'s The Chapbook — Poem For My Son

A world in play...

It must be carried in the hands,
this such as never was.
Allowed in shadow,
a second of nevermore?

Poem for a Daughter

Doin' da Dino in da desert.

I can't beat up every boy
who dares to break your heart
and I can't fight your battles either
But I can be in your corner
when you come out swinging
and I can be the arms that hug you
to let the pain drift away

On the Road: Craig Rusert and A Blues Song You May Know

Brothers hit the road and discover America in 2020.

Once upon a time in a land far way,
Our spaceship broke down and we couldn’t fly away.

With help from our friends and an Elote or two,
We began our journey and bid Raleigh adieu.

A historic time we knew it was,
Two brothers, two friends, traveling because…

An Homage to the Arts by Russell Rosander

Your brain under the influence of art.

I bow to the improbability of Music.
I bow to the impossibility of Art.
I bow to the incongruity of Poetry.