Kanawha Valley – Mark Johnson

When people hear “the valley,” what comes to mind, usually, I think is either something biblical involving two rivers or the blighted outskirts of Los Angeles Where the disinterested and their Pomeranians step over Vietnam War vets Who, a lifetime ago, Met Reagan as he evicted them from their mental institutions. Weak handshake! They’ll tell […]

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Saliva And Grease And Piri Piri – Steve Anwyll

All of the sudden. He’s right there. Behind my shoulder. Asking if it’s fine to sit down. I give him a look from head to toe. Shabby clothes. Dirty beard. A couple of plastic bags. Completely unwanted. Classic bum. Fine by me. I got the whole table to myself. And no one else has asked. […]

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It’s Not the House That’s Haunted – Cavin Bryce

I’m standing in the barren dirt patch that was once my front yard, staring ahead at my humble little home. The house I am looking at now is not the same house that Nathan and I moved into. It may look the same, and is located in the same spot, but this house is different. […]

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Summer’s Violent Garden – Stephen Mortland

I spent that summer unbodied, in the mind of a child. I was a thought, only fully realized when considered by the child. When he forgot me, when he became captive to some new thought, I waited to be birthed again into the fullness of his reality. The child’s name was Will. He lived with […]

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Burning Man – Jon Lindsey

Garden hose tinkling on terra cotta tile roof-top. Car accidents on evacuation routes. Dry dirt smoking – dry cheatgrass fire fodder – dry dead bare bark trees. Cries of a family with four million dollars in the bank trapped in a Land Rover melting where rubber meets road, chrome rims running quicksilver, woman shielding infant […]

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So Wrong – Tom Gumbert

Lips pursed, face blushed, she avoids my eyes as she surrenders the credit card that pays my bail. Seven hundred fifty dollars for disturbing the peace. I suppose that’s an appropriate description of my transgression. The drive home will take six hours. She stares at the road ahead and I stare out my window, neither […]

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The Foreigner – Isabella Esser-Munera

    There is the tall, heavy wood door.   There is the slanted overhang above it. The sound the door makes as it closes.   The open foyer. A ledge covering a row of shoes.   There are the silk Japanese  scrolls, glistening down the hall. The delicate, painted women. Fine threaded flowers.   […]

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Two Poems – Brad Liening

Black Circle   Death-World is the last and best theme park of them all sit on the black merry-go-round the black tea cups win a black balloon the haunted house is actually not very scary but it is pretty dark in there oh yeah the black roller- coaster is really intense the line lasts forever […]

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GHOST WITH A PARENTHETICAL G – No Glykon

Four rows from the screen, four seats in was Sibyl join Vivian at her favorite dine-in theater. It focused on melty, drippy, sludgy, slimy films, served dishes with names like The Crystal Age and The Tender and The Failure Clinic and The Glowing. Sibyl stopped reading, handed the menu to Vivian. Hmm and umm was […]

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Three Poems – CJ Miles

An Outbreak of Discernable Difference There is a picture of us I never took. In it you are sitting in an empty tub, dressed in silkworms, as the scent of rum seeps down the drain. Blood is in the soil of yesterday & it is here again today, too. When I forget where you are, I will forget I […]

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