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By Juliana Chang Running into old love at a mutual friend’s wedding I wished him well and meant it, as much as I meant the avalanche of black tongue curses … Continue Reading “Running into old love at a mutual friend’s wedding” and “Aperture Blues”
By William Doreski A Cloud Mountain The dusk above Epping bulks with black cloud on blue-black sky. The blur of oncoming headlights ribbons in a tough endless glitter. We’re driving … Continue Reading “A Cloud Mountain”, “Of Such Music”, and “Color and Discolor”
By Art Moore for Susan Musgrave free verse for felons, his girlfriend, a handgun poet who answered hotel room doors barely dressed, bare breasted, shoulder holster, checkered walnut handle the … Continue Reading “for Susan Musgrave”, “Prom Dress”, “mimesis”, “pain threshold”, and “performance art”
By Venus Wright There was a boy in his math class whose mom was losing her battle to cancer. Miles was his name. Miles sat two rows in front of … Continue Reading Through Her Teeth
By Joshua Hoffman It would not be an absurdity if one were to say that words have power. Of course they do. Words are the foundation of our society. Without … Continue Reading Thoughts on Idioms
Lies are frowned upon, yet they are alive and well in the lives of every person in America, experienced every day whether we realize it or not. The most commonly … Continue Reading Introduction to Living with Lies
Two girls were born to the same mother, on the same day, at the same time, in the same month and year, and yet they’re not twins. How can this … Continue Reading Family Resemblance
Today is Friday! An old mare chanted to herself. Friday is the day I get to ride into town with The Man. All of this was true. The horse herself … Continue Reading He Rode to Town on Friday
I rub my eyes as I wake up once again. It’s the same forest. Tall trees, whose yellow leaves cast a sunny dapple on the leaf litter floor, a fallen … Continue Reading The more you take, the more you leave behind. <em>Footsteps</em>
The feather golem and the brick golem seldom got along. This was largely due to the fact that they were born on the same day, in the same room, to … Continue Reading A Ton of Bricks or a Ton of Feathers?
What belongs to you, but everyone else uses it? Your name. “Hey ____,” I hear the sound of my best friend, Abigail. I think she’s calling me by name. As … Continue Reading What’s in a Name?
What can’t talk but will reply when spoken to? Wispa often found themself at the edge of a deep cavern, peering into its depths in the hopes of catching a … Continue Reading The Unknown Voice
By Red Morse Flickering mess of light,Swaying sharp with poise,Like a ballerina pirouetting through thorns. You bite the hands of thoseWho take hold of you;With bitter passion.I wish to dance … Continue Reading An Ode To Fire
By Nandita Modhubonti A blind woman fly fishes with her cane soft white jumper, fraying gray ends her piercing blue eyes are distracting, as I observe the early inhabitants of … Continue Reading Mirrorwork Blues
By Shawn Keller It is the recollection of a fire. It is the creosote memory of a stair.I am walking down Water Street in 1985 with my mother, offto pay … Continue Reading The Last Show at the Colonial
By Charles R. Vermilyea Jr. Woody is concerned. This dedicated driver at an auto auction near Boston sees a Caddy parked in the Chrysler pile. Horrors! “Look at that shit, … Continue Reading “Marci”