I had to get away from Jenya, but I didn’t want to be alone yet. It was still early so I swung over to The Ellipses for a drink. A few sections of the day’s newspaper were at the end of the bar. I found the crossword puzzle inside and started in on it.
Issue 3.2
the dark flowers best
By David McLean
the dark flowers best underneath these petals under the sun
for it is thence it spreads as the light goes
to wrap us in its night like an odor
sweet as desecration, as kisses stolen
from corpses,
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The Importance of Hubcaps
By Linda McHenry
RANK RARELY LET HIS WIFE get too far away. “Jo, where are you?”
“In the bathroom.”
“Whatcha’ doing?”
“Cleaning the mirror.”
“Why don’t you let the cleaning lady do that?”
“Because I want to do it, that’s why.”
Remnants
By Tom Sheehan
My grandfather ran the city dump,
burned clinkers in a little house
he made of scrap. On cold nights drunks
slept in that makeshift haven.
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Swimming Into Sunsets
By Pamela Biery
Maybe not such a good idea
to take a river dip just before sunset
when a breeze comes up,
leaving us looking at each other
like a couple of wet hounds
shivering in the sand. (more…)
Stranger to Myself
By Fredrick Zydek
I know a few of the ethnic cultures
that have contributed to my DNA. (more…)
Roy Brown and the Corpse of Manfred von Richtofen, April 22, 1918
By Blake Lynch
The coroner kicked the gurney out into the light,
and lowered the sheet to show the bastard beaten,
stripped without hope, and his lips ready to whistle
Blue Danube to the angels with blood still in his eyes. (more…)
It Only Feels Like Waking Up
By Kate LaDew
T HAS BEEN SOME TIME. It seems a long time. Pacing now. He has not looked at the papers on the desk. He has waited but it is hard not to wonder.
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