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Poem: Casting the die

By: F. Poussin  The odd die is cast, for it is not of six sides; only two options will emerge from the drunken roll. A yes or a zero, no maybe nor perhaps; The gray areas will be white or they…

Poem: Lascaux II.

By: Neil Creighton It is a facsimile, but few galleries are more beautiful. There is a hush, a sense of the sacred. In the dim light the walls shimmer with copies of artwork, walls and ceiling covered with confident boldness of…

Poem: On the F Train

By: Adreyo Sen On the F Train she is yet another prisoner straitjacketed by Pink North Face, her anxious hands cuffed by anxiety, McDonalds imprisoning the slender cheekbones her once tender husband teased would shatter his heart. Her eyes dulled are…

Poem: Rummager

By: Angelica Fuse He moves, travels through his own world of cast off goods Some would say he has wings on his back, a guardian angel sent here to test our faith in humanity I just say he smells like piss.

Story: Notes From a Nazi Assassin

By: Ruth Deming My name is Hans Ulbrecht. At age eighty-nine I cry myself to sleep every night. I have never married. How could I? My kin would have the DNA of a once-despised Nazi assassin. When I was twenty-two,…

Poem: Diabetes Versus Mom’s Brownies

By: Ruth Deming No, it’s not in the family no, I’m not overweight no, I don’t drink soda or eat Tastykakes. It was the lithium that did it ruined my kidneys those impeccable filters that keep our insides clean Up…