Two Poems – Rebekah Morgan

Is the mold safe to eat   Shout out to the sea anemone Burrowing into the fine-ass-sediment of the deep ocean blue I’m jealous of you piddlin’ around like that   Finally, yet with some difficulty I’m my own best friend   Tellin’ myself to not be complicit I say to myself “girl, it’s okay […]

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Author Interview – Bud Smith

We’re trying something different this week – one story followed by an interview with the author. The inaugural edition goes to the wonderful and generous BUD SMITH, where we talk about his books WORK and F-250 and life in general.   FO: In WORK, you write “Life was wide open” right after you quit the […]

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Schwimps – Bud Smith

The albino got drunk and captured a flamingo. I mean, there was a lot leading up to it, I’ll tell you some. There was a whole life, really. He put in for time off from work. He had a factory job putting wood modeling glue in plastic containers. They liked him there. He was the […]

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Mikey – Daniel Hand

Mikey had a steel pellet in his brain. The neighbor boy had fired into his temple and scrambled his language center. That’s why he struggled with complete sentences. What he managed was to yell out affirmations, a yup or truth or no doubt. In the rare instance he got upset, he went for fuck. He […]

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Three Poems – Darren C. Demaree

THE ROUTINE: PICK UP FROM PRESCHOOL   There are so many mothers that could give a shit about including a father   in any sort of play group or car pool scenario & that is fine with me.   My son & I, we play longer on the playground. We have McDonald’s   in the […]

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Of Freedom and Ruin – Leah Johnson

You said, “We don’t cry for dead people here,” and I couldn’t tell if you were talking to me or yourself. You said, “We don’t mourn, we take,” and I wanted to place my hands over your lips. To suffocate the language that had made you more monster than man. There was no small violence […]

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Heaven in search of Hopper – Michael O’Brien

Two hundred bodies fill the hierarchy and semantics of wildlife. Wobbling and jostling, craning our necks. The sickly tone of patriotism washes over the sallow birches. Woosh, whistle, etc. Flapping in the woods I fight a checkerboard. The same shirt from somebody else’s 1979. We take etchings, w/ charcoal and paper, from random trees and […]

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부산 or Busan, South Korea – Perry Davis

  October 4 2017 2:00 pm I watch the wave crash into a boy. His legs flipping over the water and his body resurfacing. Smiling. Bracing his shoulders for another. Fighting undertow. The ocean. Curling to try again. I don’t know who the hero in this story is. I just want to wake up in […]

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Two Poems – Jackson Dickert

Scene From the Psychiatric Ward Ending With an Admission “To fear love is to fear life, and those whose fear life are already three parts dead.” – Anton Chekhov There was this woman at The hospital who looked at lot Like my grandma. She wasn’t In my ward but I could see her Pacing back […]

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Made of Glass – Vanessa Maki

  i live in a constant state of fragility one wrong move could break me in half   yet i live and breath destruction inhale/no exhale/inhale/no exhale i mingle with it it throws rationality out the window i let it wrap its arms around me like a lover let it lick along my jaw then […]

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