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Month: November 2017

Story: Crush

By: Sam Reilly When Mom grounded me for smoking dope, I snuck out and ended up at Cori’s, where I got drunk and asked her to pierce my ear. She numbed my lobe with an ice cube. Then she stuck me….

Story: Trash

By: Sam Reilly   The first item they pulled from our garbage was a used condom. Then they threw it at one another. By the time the trash men reached the last house on the last street—our house—they were routinely hammered….

Story: Raggmopp

By: Kathryn M. Hamilton Because the sun peeked through the window beside her at just the wrong angle, Raggmopp had to squint to see downstairs, though as she squatted at the top of the stairway listening to the noises coming from…

Poem: Stuck

By: Gale Acuff Miss Hooker is my girlfriend in my dream and I’m on one knee proposing, my right because my left is bad but if it took a little more pain to pop it I would, that’s how much I…

Poem: Crime of Passion

By: Gale Acuff In the middle of her story about Jesus bringing Lazarus back to life I fell in love with Miss Hooker, she’s my Sunday School teacher and death’s hard enough to live with but to think that it will…

Poem: Worthy

By: Gary Van Haas How Noble Are We… Who move our brothers & sisters to battle, Bone, blood and flesh lay ridden o’er the fields. How Noble Are We… To live in conjecture and false premise, allowing blackened politicians rule…

Story: The Glory & The Dead

By: Gary Van Haas And Mars the God of War awoke from his slumber sensing the impending doom, and gazed grimly at the blood-red sunset descending over scorched earth where a chilling wind howled through bowed grass over the Tunisian…

Poem: How things are now

By: Lorna Wood Now when I wake up and see the sun, relentlessly bright on the leaves, it glares a threat as I remember. When I write, I must ask myself, Will this help? When I play music, the same. When…

Poem: A Diet of Worms

By: Rob Chirico My books on magic? The Waite, the Yeats, the Blavatsky? All gone. After all, what is magic but the art of making things disappear. My feat was not art of artifice, it was truth. And, truth be told,…