Monthly Archives: January 2016

Coffee, poem by Rebecca Schumejda

One of the only mainstays on Broadway is Burger King, where I get my morning coffee. Somehow the manager, Tony, always sneaks in the exact number of days he has left until retirement. Sometimes the weather is unbearably hot or … Continue reading

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The Gun at the End of the Night, fiction by Paul Heatley

It was Saturday night. The bar was full. Bishop didn’t like it. He didn’t like weekend drinkers. He sat alone at the corner of the counter, nursing a bottle of beer that had gone warm in his hand. A couple … Continue reading

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Gratitude, fiction by Ace Boggess

  “My breath tastes like coffee and cigarettes,” I said, smacking my tongue against the roof of my mouth in a gesture of disgust. The old man looked at me and grinned, his polished-silver beard a second, wider smile beneath … Continue reading

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The Flaming White Trash Stunt Spectacular, fiction by Seth Cherniak

  Junior sat on the wobbly metal steps of the baby roller coaster. In his left hand was a swiftly melting, toxic looking blue snow cone which had stained his dirty t-shirt, mouth, teeth and tongue. In his right hand … Continue reading

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Kentucky Sonnet, poem by Chris Prewitt

Down past the moonlit bell tower Down past the road that ends at a mountain I come to know my body prepared to lose everything Father if I wore your blue suit to your funeral I don’t remember I met … Continue reading

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Not Quite Glengarry, poem by Jeanetta Calhoun Mish

At 8am, my friend dropped me off in front of a nondescript yellowish strip-mall building at the crumbled edge of Little Rock; the parking lot mostly empty. People with personable voices needed. No experience necessary. Apply today. I was trying … Continue reading

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Still Life with Tilt, fiction by C.C. Russell

(originally published in Oyster Boy Review) “I guess if my life was a painting, It’d have to be one of a girl with ratty hair playing a pinball game.”  Her head tilted back as she blew smoke into the air.  … Continue reading

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Poems by Jessie Janeshek

Country Music Yard’s bald of flood. Rain botches the night pours through Steve McQueen’s tomb, Tennessee louvers. I try to decide this tight vow, your parting since I can’t forget the look in his eyes when we fucked reading Nietzsche. … Continue reading

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Poetry by John Brantingham

A Memory of Smoke Today, these mountains are full of the smoke coming off of the summer foothills, summer being the moment of fire in California, and we who were trained about the horror of forest fire by Smokey Bear … Continue reading

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Poems by Daniel Crocker

City of Bones the worst thing we’ve ever seen Robert Bowcock, environmental investigator and colleague of Erin Brockovich (speaking of Leadwood, Missouri) I. The bones broken bleached cages just down the street the new weeds grow a strange green The … Continue reading

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