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 W.B. Burkholder
The voice of this poet sings the lamentations of typical man, the everyday man however, it comes to us in the form of a unique echo; one that resonates within us and only comes from the Poet, R Jay Slais.
by W.B. Burkholder
his most recent collection of American Haiku by Heather Ann Schmidt is nothing short of a plate generously filled and piled high with delectable, literary morsels. The old adage of “You can’t stop at one” is at best, a meager comparison.
Each of these poems/haiku comes with their own individual nuance, an aromatic flavor of [...]
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 Christopher J. Dwyer
I catch the sparkle of green in her eyes but try to focus on the sun’s slow crawl across the sky. My breaths are erratic and my heart wishes for this entire scene to be played out in black and white. She whispers something that I can’t hear, maybe a few words that will calm [...]
by Tom Sheehan
All the way back to the last Fourth of July the boys had saved a cache of fireworks, the three pals, Snag and Chris and Charlie B, all twelve years old within three days of each other.
by Ronald Paxton
The little boy extended his hand and Sarah Jane shook it. “ It’s nice to meet you, Jack,” she said.
by T. Ricks
Surely this was a gray Sweet had never laid eyes on. The air was thick with something other than fog.
by P Mascarino
Dark haired Sarah was running down an elegant Hollywood back street near a major movie studio in a subdued and reserved corner of the movie making community–no ugly movie production wardrobe trailers ever profaned this hidden street.
Essays
by Tom Sheehan
And we were staunch friends, at the outset of a lasting friendship.
by Tom Sheehan
The deep woods glistened with a scary silence, now and then broken and highlighted by the crack of a freezing limb swearing it would fall to earth, yet promising a minor distortion.
by Tom Sheehan
We were sitting on empty nail kegs next to his icehouse on the edge of Lily Pond in Saugus, Doc Sawyer and me, talking about everything and nothing in particular.
by Tom Sheehan
The mirror folds in on itself. Images separate. At seven years of age I was drowning!
by Tom Sheehan
One Christmas many years ago there was for me one present from my parents, a little, done-over red wagon with a long hauling handle, and slatted sides.
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






