Issue 170
The thunder machine is set like a mouse trap, coiled in the grey to scare unsuspecting dogs. From “The Thunder Machine” by Grant Tarbard Contributors: Christine Catalano, Richard Key, Rosie McFarland,...
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foot after foot stopping to evolve bare and breast- deep into tarmac like an ocean knitting a ship From “Here We Go” by Devanshi Khetarpal Contributors: Melissa Hammond, Ceridwen Hall, Adam Hoss,...
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The voice of the Devil pretending to be God. —Saint Paul, 14 I dreamed an old man—not me—some other— in my white mirror. He...
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Taut and robust, her freckle-flecked flesh stands barefoot in the trickling, tickling river; From “Jewish Tears Flood Heaven” by Christopher Stolle Contributors: BAM, Joel Best, Mary Jo Melone,...
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Adulthood is a mask thrust upon us that never quite fits. From “Grimace” by Michelle Donfrio Contributors: Karen C. Boissonneault-Gauthier, Michelle Donfrio, Bob Kalkreuter, Elias Keller, James...
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For the white-bright sheets on Mother’s clothesline with its T-posts at each end, a chestnut pole to hold the middle from the sun-soaked grass beneath… From “Ode to Sheets that Blow in the Wind” by...
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Shadows are so admirable in film noir less so on x-rays and mammograms… From “A Shadow on the Summer Sun” by Bill Yarrow Contributors: A. Bernstein, Margi Desmond, Christian Heinze, Arthur Maurer, Bill...
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That girl is a bundle of hot air, super-heated steam, held together by a plastic endoskeleton and C6H12O6 molecules… From “ENG 103” by Sara N. Gardiner Contributors: Bart Bultman, Rachel Crawford, Ivan...
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Everything was sharp about Thomas Roberts. The way the nodes of his spine stood out along his back when he hunched over his work, with feet planted wide under a desk far too small to hold his gangly...
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Fabrice Poussin Fabrice Poussin is assistant professor of French and English. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in France at La Pensee Universelle, and in the United States in Kestrel,...
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Who would dare ride those henpecked cocks of the walk? From “Roosters in Stirrups” by Patrick Erickson Contributors: Catherine A. Brereton, Patrick Erickson, Tracey Levine, Mir-Yashar, Fabrice Poussin,...
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The November we are fifteen we run away and the boys around the block put us up in a motel room on the turnpike that has a hole in the door so we can see everyone’s sneakers shuffling past. From “The...
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And as the ice melts it falls from the upturned shaker to the wounded wooden bar top In a last attempt to be free and express its nature From “And as the Ice Melts” by Josef Krebs Contributors: Nick...
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Like a bead of water racing down the shower door, I was sliding toward irrelevance. From “Fifty Something” by Julianne Palumbo Contributors: Duke Donaldson, Nancy Scott Hanway, Debra Burks Hori, John...
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Bitter drink from a tree named to be consumed by immortals, cacao pods as orange as pumpkins… From “XOCOLĀTL” by Joddy Murray Contributors: Cezarija Abaritis, Elizabeth Kert, Adam Matson, Joddy Murray,...
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What to make of this slipper fancier, i.e., adorer, from a distance, often through shop windows, of ladies’ shoes? From “Ladies Slippers” by Tom Whalen Contributors: Jeff Fleischer, Mark Antony Rossi,...
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The storm began with the soft patter of rain, like the feet of a dozen children rebounding concrete… From “God in the Fury” by Torrin A. Greathouse Contributors: Corie Adjmi, Susan M. Botich, Torrin A....
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Picture a face that speaks a thousand languages— eyebrows in Arabic, mouth in Japanese. Picture a house of words—commas instead of windows… From “Inside a Burning House” by Meghana Mysore Contributors:...
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Busboy by day, Philosopher by night; This strange world of Disappearing tablecloths And naked tables Flashing leg. From “Busboy” by D. G. Geis Contributors: D.G. Geis, Rachel Hochhauser, Ted Jean,...
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I yelled for silence but it hid in boisterous niches where the soundlessness of life befriended nonexistence. From “Boisterous Niches” by Heath Brougher Contributors: Andrew Bertaina,John Martin, Heath...
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