Featured Articles
by W.B. Burkholder
We have, in the palm of our hands, an opportunity of the greatest importance. Let us work together, let us not take away from one another, but build a collaborative network of Poets, Authors and Artists that, together, and united can truly make a change in our communities and neighborhoods.
Book Reviews
by Carla Dodd
“This Is How I Feel: My Life In Verse” is a headlong leap into the journal of Dimonique Boyd.
by Carla Dodd
The writer within can turn the ordinary and everyday into a personal glance at the soul.
Interviews
Weekly Feature: Christopher J. Dwyer by Carlton Lloyd Smith and Paquita Roth
Troubadour 21 is very proud to introduce Christopher Dwyer as our T21 in-house writer. He will be writing two stories a month, exclusively for T21. Christopher is a writer from Boston, Massachusetts, and his stories are beautifully written, filled with vivid images that either touch one’s heart or send chills down one’s spine. He has a special gift of being able to write in a variety of styles, either sensitive, touching love stories from a masculine perspective, or eery noir thriller stories of gore and blood that make one want to lock all doors and bolt all windows.
Weekly Feature: Lane Robbins by Carlton Lloyd Smith
This article is part of a weekly feature, highlighting one of our contributors here at Troubadour 21. It is our hope that we may give you a peek inside the lives of the artists who create the art and the poets who create the poetry you see here on the site.
Music and Theater
Shantel Bolks (A Drifter At Heart) by W.B. Burkholder
Shantel Bolks attacks the strings of her Takamine Guitar with all the skill and craft of a master that has been playing for years.
The vocals are just as masterful and her country, folk style is mesmerizing in the way she executes each and every song on this album.
Short Stories
by Len Kuntz
Imagine this: a skinny eight year old dancer, who doesn’t know she is one, discovering her gift by breaking the embrace of gloved hands and twirling–spinning and spinning and spinning–atop the wet grave of her just-buried grandfather.
by Charlie Daly
The TV has to go, that’s the first step. I unscrew the cable from the wall. Programs haven’t flowed through the cable in a while. I coil the cable and tape it to the back of the TV. My neighbor’s TV is loud enough for both of us. I can hear the channels change through summer-screened windows.
by Marc Taurisano
The sounds were unmistakable––a sharp, percussive slap followed by a high-pitched shriek.
by Tom Sheehan
Jaeger Brecht believed he could be anybody, and sound like anybody; he could preach what he practiced.
Essays
by Tom Sheehan
We had come out of the Out Loud Open Mike meeting at Melrose’s Beebe Estate into a slick wind and minor patches of ice and snow.
by Tom Sheehan
Ears I had, and eyes, and I used them well. Before I walked by the group of men on the corner, bringing my grandfather’s lunch to the city dump where he worked, I knew they’d be talking about me.
by Tom Sheehan
I was fishing off the bridge over the Ipswich River, a few hundred yards from the Topsfield Fairgrounds.
by Mansor Pooyan
In the vast clock-like machine that is our world
by Mansor Pooyan
“Terror” is a varied collection of themes with echoes across its different parts, all equally vital to the whole.
Artwork
Manifesto of a True American Artist and Poet by Michael Indorato
All the channels on TV; from the comfort of a sofa we watch, entertained by the evils of our society
Series
by Paquita Roth
The Adventures of a Thoroughly Confused Gigi – Part XXXII







