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T21 The Rise Of Something Special by W.B. Burkholder
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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
The writer within can turn the ordinary and everyday into a personal glance at the soul.
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.
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.
Poetry
by Tom Sheehan
Two other bums
tripped over him on the tracks
Short Stories
by Len Kuntz
I wonder who’s a racist and which of these might have been the one to chuck that trash can through the storefront window.
by Patrick Trotti
They went because they couldn’t say no to him. He was a terrifying figure, one that nobody wanted to anger.
by Kenneth Radu
Nightmare startled Isaac awake. If he turned, confusing dream with reality, he would see Emma’s bloodied head on the pillow.
by Rick Huffman
“Come on, keep this line moving,” said the man dressed in Khaki and wearing a sidearm.
by William Crawford
My mother always had the best luck. She is humble and will never admit it but it’s true.
Essays
by Tom Sheehan
For history and legend sakes, certain attributes, character traits if you will, have to be appointed here at the beginning of This Old House (C. 1742), home for half a century of my life.
by Nabina Das
Getting on a real Ferris wheel is sometimes a better way to have my head spin. Sheher Dilli surpasses that wretched giant toy.
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.
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
