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17 “Between Scilla And Cariddi”

By: Gaither Stewart (Reggio, August, 2001) (The chapter is from the work-in-progress novel ‘Fragments’)     Circling over the Straits of Messina Airport in Reggio-Calabria, I feel my vision encompasses the entire world of antiquity. Any atlas in fact confirms…

Poem: Dirty Movie

By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan He put on the movie of my grandmother working in the garden, grainy black and white from before I was born and yes – she was young once, even beautiful I touch my face and feel hers:…

Poem: Doctor

By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan The doctor had been bored since medical school. Then there was his residency and placement. Now he was a full-fledged doctor and more bored than ever. Writing scripts and setting bones. Living off cafeteria food. Always one…

Poem: Jacob’s Tangle

By: JD DeHart A well-dressed man with manicured life and teeth tells me that he’d glad wrestle with an angel, tangle with heaven in the grass below a celestial ladder, even if it entailed a displaced hip. If only it…

Poem: Chalk Dust and Sand

By: David Lohrey What about the Arabs, you ask. Yes, I once taught in Saudi Arabia. This is very difficult to answer. Arab males I know, not females. Never met one. The boys are willing to study but would prefer to…

Poem: Triumph of the Will

By: David Lohrey Our President makes a point of greeting little old ladies in the White House. He makes a grand entrance and hugs them. His wife does a jig. I’ve seen them. He gives them a medal and congratulates them…

Poem: Gather Round

By: David Lohrey The deplorables are deplorable. That’s the ticket. They don’t care. The men’s bellies show beneath their shrunken T-shirts. The women’s asses block the aisle at Trader Joe’s. Their children say fuck and shit like that. They’re incorrigible. The…