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Two poems by Carla Schwartz
Lenses into Time 1. 1934, Germany You, in your linen dress, must be three, your brother, in his lederhosen, two. Your arm rests around him like he’s your best pal, and he is, or will be. His face is yours, only magnified — his head, watermelon, to your cantaloupe. You hug him […]
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Three poems by JW Burns
Fishing Laughter ruins the water, it really does. Recognize love and you’ll sit all day scheming, hands almost unemployed, the conspiracy rocks make with the sky too much eternity for a floating riverbank. Hooks roast while we waste our lives, blind searches balancing guesswork with neural voodoo; windy ferrule keeping the cold blood moving, flowing […]
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Two poems by Jacob Robert Bennett
New Year’s in Staunton A streetlight flickering, first cigars. A walk to an overpriced bistro, dried vomit on a parked car. Oh, lover. If there were ever a watermark on these pages, let it be your breath on my neck, the bounce of your thong, descending the basement steps. Birthday Suppose you answer the door […]
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Pieces of Winston by Debra Stewart
Winston was trying to cross the road at a busy six lane highway in the big city. He looked left and right, but there didn’t seem to be a pause long enough for him to get across. He waited calmly, but after a while he became impatient. He began to calculate how he could dodge […]
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First Contact, 25 A.D. Where Are My Eagles?! by Al Simmons
Cap had the orders in his hand. “Don’t eat the Romans. That’s what it says.” “Don’t eat the Romans? That’s funny. Then, why are we here?” I had to ask. “We are here on orders. Don’t eat the Romans. Do everything else but. Take samples. Herd them up. Put them on ice. Just don’t eat […]
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Making Waves by Fred Vogel
Zac Reese was born in Del Mar, California, the only child of State Senator Randolph Reese and Lucy LaTour-Reese, co-host of the morning show, Wake Up, San Diego! Zac was a beach bum who believed a slow day on the waves was better than any day in the classroom. After graduating from college, thanks in no […]
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If It Turns Out Strange: An Interview with Bradley Sands
Bradley Sands once said that his stories do not follow the laws of physics, but that their realities are only bound by the laws of grammar. This is evident in his latest book, Liquid Status, about one household’s transformation after a death in the family. But it is not a merely a metaphoric transformation, it is a transformation of their physicality: feet become boxes, armpits become doors.
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An October Morning at the San Francisco Peaks by Monica Liddle
The mountain is exercise, meditation, and inspiration—time, space, and all that falls between.
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Three Poems by Richard Dinges, Jr.
Sun Returns After gray cloudySkies drape too manydays, stark nude treesstrike harsh cracks intosnow that glistenshills under sun’sreturn. We had faithit would. Still itblinds, a surprise,and a disappointment,when cold remainsfogged by our ownbreathy clouds. Walk in the Field Gnarled shatteredtrees tangle brownunshorn prairiegrass. Wrapped arounda dark rustedmilk can riddledwith bullet holes,brush lines earth’scurve, horizondrawn in […]
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Pieces of Winston by Debra Stewart
Winston was trying to cross the road at a busy six lane highway in the big city. He looked left and right, but there didn’t seem to be a pause long enough for him to get across. He waited calmly, but after a while he became impatient. He began to calculate how he could dodge […]
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