Monthly Archives: April 2015

Making Art, poem by Tim Peeler

Making Art He down shifted the Opal from third to second As they approached the intersection of Hooker Road And Arlington Blvd, swiveling his neck in an instant Assessment as they sped on through the red light. You crazy son … Continue reading

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A Wave of the Burger, by Dale Wisely

I’m in my patrol car and I gesture to let a big guy, dusted with white paint, make a left in front of me. He’s driving an old pickup burdened by ladders. There is a thick layer of debris on … Continue reading

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Two Poems, by Larry Thacker

I swim the vacuum between your atoms sing along the dark mattered strands between galaxies beyond imagination witnessing the base pattern of all worlds the mystery scripts hanging ornamented about your thoughts I hum under your feet within the valleys … Continue reading

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Indian ID, fiction by Eric Ramseier

I have this plastic laminated card that says I’m an Indian.  It has my name on it, the tribe I’m from—some kind of Cherokee, and my picture.  It needs my picture because I don’t look like an Indian at all.  … Continue reading

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Appalachians, by GC Smith

Mountain folk I see them everywhere. In the cities now. On the streets. In the pool rooms, bars, fightin’ clubs. Inswank hotels. Still back in the Piney woods. I see them drivin’ pick up trucks. Driving BMWs. Enduring people. Fighting … Continue reading

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Two Poems by Teisha Dawn Twomey

Wanderunlust I want to believe in truck stop diners blueberry pancakes, vacation villages on the way to never ever again land. By morning, I’d think any place could be home. I continue to carry old key chains with me. They … Continue reading

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Goosy Gus and the Cash Mob, fiction by William Trent Pancoast

(originally appeared in Revolver) Gus had acquired the name “Goosy” because of his shell shock and battle fatigue from WWII and now he was no longer allowed in his daughter-in-law’s donut shop in downtown Cranston even though eating donuts was … Continue reading

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Squeaky Wheel Gets the Nitrous Oxide, poem by Dennis Mahagin

Carry on, wisdom, as if eye teeth depended, floss, floss, don’t let them fit you for insane. Lips make a purse, spit out the Jolly Rancher, get on your bike again. Rotten molars, a hail of bullets. My hygienist is buying … Continue reading

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And Rapture, fiction by Sheldon Lee Compton

There was this time I thought Gabriel was blowing his horn and dive-bombing me into Hell.  Turned out it was a Mack coal truck across the road at Dale Trivette’s Trucking pulling onto Route 610. I was in bed and … Continue reading

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