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3 Poems by John Bennett

November 25, 2013

… Ask the creamer / about our ancestor’s first gathering, a time when / things were far from dishwasher safe.

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Matching Sheets by Kristen Gentry

November 22, 2013

Mama said she’s tired, but I know she’s not.

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Stop It: by Kimi Traube

November 18, 2013

Even when love goes rancid, it’s hard as hell to throw it out.

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3 Poems by John Bennett

… Ask the creamer / about our ancestor’s first gathering, a time when / things were far from dishwasher safe.

Matching Sheets by Kristen Gentry

Mama said she’s tired, but I know she’s not.

Stop It: by Kimi Traube

Even when love goes rancid, it’s hard as hell to throw it out.

Artificial Intelligence by Jessica Charlé

I could make them smile, I could make them frown, I could even make them laugh, but their eyes always revealed their lack of humanity.

Bully by Carla Stockton

Her hand had no fingers.

Cleaning Machines by Sal Christ

She threw away all the clothing in the closet first: the blue button-downs, the scarves, the shoes tucked into the plastic, over-the-door organizer, even ripped out the unstained beige berber carpet.

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Three Poems by Marcella Yakalis

… I am not the only one
who is starving
in the sea.

The Passions of Christ: A Polish exhibition on U.S. religion calls for spiritual – and sexual – diversity

Everything about it exudes sensuality: the closeness of their bodies in the absence of eye contact, the shine of their polyester shirts, the shape of their torsos looming underneath.

Fiction and Poetry Contest Runners-Up!

“All Through the Dark Night of Your Human Life” by Lisa K. Buchanan & “Activity” by Paul Beilstein

Pepper by Heather Wells Peterson

Most of the time she loves him with that tug behind her stomach, the one that feels like a hook pulling her insides up and out her throat. She loves him like a clenched fist, like a popped blister, like feeling sick and sweaty when it’s cold outside. But when she cleans the bathroom, she hates him.

Topographical New York by Phillip Pantuso

The collective memory of a place and time resides in the place itself.

Five Short Shorts by Greg Bachar

Officer, I’m going to have to write you a poem for that moment of beauty you missed back there.

The Literary Conclusion of Kant: Review of Critique of Pure Reason by Gabriel Blackwell

…Blackwell attempts to challenge the way we read a story in the same way Kant challenged the way we perceive the world, the number of assumptions we bring to any experience.

The Happy Accident by Marcella Yakalis

But you found your way to a deeper place, where the tumors from my cousin’s stomach lined the walls like peeling wallpaper.