Author Archives: Rusty

The road starts 896, Newark, Delaware, fiction by Timothy Gager

The road starts 896, Newark, Delaware It started with Black Beauties but also with Pink Footballs. You remember those, at least one of them? When you chopped them up and inhaled the burn was remarkable. Take hundreds of tips of … Continue reading

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Reckoning, fiction by Cat Pleska

It was quiet in the old boarding house, no where near morning. Silent, dark houses clustered hard by the road. Nearby the usually raucous but now silent, beer joint, the Dew Drop Inn beamed the only glow onto the street … Continue reading

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Blind Visions, poem by Margot Brown

The grass and once green trees are stiff and December is frozen in all my heart’s tears. Don’t see no difference in stayin or goin cause I’ll always have the same fears. Wish I could start, just start walkin a … Continue reading

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The Scent of a Woman, poem by Diana Rosen

(originally published in Camroc Press Review) The scent of a woman lingers in her kitchen like her signature sauce simmering until it steams windows damp on an autumn day. Lingers in her children’s bedrooms like her reading voice or memories … Continue reading

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Apollo 11, poem by Ron Cooper

Dishes washed and dried, Kitchen floor swept three times, Countertops polished five, Mother rearranges silverware, dusts cabinets. Father gets another cup of coffee. “Go on to bed, Martha. If Gabriel toots, it’ll wake you.” But she refolds the dishrag, Looks … Continue reading

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Baloney, poem by Thomas Alan Holmes

Baloney I. Usually, when I commit to it, I’ve bought pre-packaged, thick-sliced stuff that has red plastic casing around the edge. I lay some slices down and take a table knife I can wash in the sink and cut the … Continue reading

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What These Boots are Made For, fiction by Matt Prater

Ten years and more had passed, and Joy was now a Ms. That part of it was not as hard as she’d been told; the good things in a bad man weren’t so much, she’d found, that the loss of … Continue reading

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Calf, fiction by James Owens

Dad is thinking about me and a woman, but he has forgotten he is doing it. The heater in the truck makes the windows sweat on the inside and drip in lines like crying, and the lights of the cars … Continue reading

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Another Cycle of the Moon, poem by Christopher Reilley

Another month, rent is due, bills on the first, auto loan on the fifteenth, four Sunday dinners and interest accrues. The ritual of mikvah; the Orthodox bath of family. Welfare checks come due, get your nails done, girl, social security … Continue reading

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Lovelock, poem by Michael N. Thompson

The gulley behind the bowling alley is a graveyard of rusted bicycle frames, soda pop bottles and busted kites Refinery boys march with matching lunch pails and the chagrin worn is as plain as day Most of them knocked up … Continue reading

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