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— 23:45:03 — A QUARTER TO MIDNIGHT Deep in Kentucky, behind twelve percent of the world’s chain links, past snipers’ sights and paperwork bundled into granite-lined, torch-resistant, blear impenetrability, a vault of gold! I bet it’s empty, says my mother,…
A CRUEL ANGEL’S THESIS “…either I’m the one on the wrong planet or I’ve got the wrong world projected onto my screen, pummeled into me.” This macro series is a meditation on technological alienation in the voice of a young…
Ever Wish You Were Famous? I knew a man who made money as a silhouette. That outline standing upstream, brilliantly backlit by morning, that was him. The famous photo. Chin to the north. They’ve got a museum now somewhere, and…
A Man’s Old-Water Soul Town Clarence stands out back burning the carbons of old checkbooks, watching the ashes tell tales about how he’s spent his life: A boat that his friend hated and now Town Clarence hates too. His daughter’s…
The title of Caits Meissner’s second book of poetry, Let It Die Hungry, conjures up images of a mother’s wizened breast, taunting the open mouth of her famished child. In reality, Meissner’s sensual collection of poems, notes, drawings and writing prompts leave…
Dear fellow readers and writers, As the leaves are starting to turn, our journal’s pages are filling up with some truly amazing fiction, poetry, translation, and of course art, thanks to our wonderful hardworking editors. Meanwhile, our website has…
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Sherrill D Wilson, PhD Urban Anthropologist Full biography below Holding the Vision I pray you are well… I pray you are calm with a steady hand… I pray you know that you are Protected and in the hands of the…
Poetry by Robert Levy Published July 28th, 2016 Wanting to Scream Say you are hung over, noxious, fragile, and your truculent, recalcitrant eye finds itself magnetized to the minor, inconsequential detritus of morning: tarry remains of yesterday’s coffee still clumped…
By Dylan Macdonald She Can’t Stand Much Longer on the City 6 Bus I wish she would unzip her high-heeled shoes, and step each arched foot onto the black rubber floor. The honeysuckle scent of summer weighs upon…
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