Category Archive: Issue #2

Sep 15

Only Without God

by Corey Mesler The skylight is gray. God keeps his distance. I rouse to the sound of distant dogs. They sing for the dance of the birds, just now waking, almost too late to teach dogs (and me) how to fly.

Sep 15

Polish Boy

by Mark Wisniewski sometimes in the middle of a night I’ll wake & start wondering where they came from: the words & conflicts in all that dirt printed under the odd Polish boy’s name this troubles me into fearing my source will dry up leaving me as a kind of Joe Namath of literature hobbled …

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Sep 15

The Jungle

by Michael Grover It’s the law of the jungle When you’re down you’re out I have tried to say there is no jungle Only to have it bite me in the ass I live my life regardless At my own pace & I’m just starting to pay the dues Maybe working for something Other than …

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Sep 15

A Rough Life on Four Legs

by J. Claudius Cloyd On the block over from the pioneer square just opposite the meyer and franks sit the gutter punks and their dogs. It’s the dogs that get me. I know I should feel bad for the kids but that’s not why I give them a few bucks. They sit in the shade …

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Sep 15

Gun Control

by Alan Britt Guns control more than the stock market. Look around you. Who sent guns to Sadam in the first place? So, don’t kid yourself about gun control.

Sep 15

Educational Recruiter Blues I

by Dan Provost Because it’s the sale of                                      education. That forces me to carry a knife in my pocket and debate every day whether to cut my wrist                                      or try to change my                                      small part of the world                                      by refusing to be bought. I will not tell lies anymore. Trying to convince someone that the …

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Sep 15

Brooks and the Shawshank Piano

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by Dan Provost The piano notes in Shawshank Redemption So daunting… So final… Brooks knew it—the fear of living. Every step out in the world is a claw to the stomach; a bayonet that churns when you attempt to try to converse with the normal. This is no way to survive…this failure to understand mankind. …

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Sep 15

A Moment’s Terror

Bad Girl by Kyle Hemmings

by Gene Fehler “A moment’s terror.” The words remind her of Miss Albers. “A moment’s terror” has to be the best oxymoron, she thinks, as the moment spreads across weeks, months. Sometimes, like during soccer games racing downfield when feet feel for the ball and the ball explodes into a goal, cheers hide the terror …

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Sep 15

You Wash, I’ll Dry

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Sep 15

Afterward

by William Doreski Having lain awake all night in the shrubbery in front of the bank, I’m rigid as a stop sign, my bones at odds with each other and my breakfast-passion ripe and quaint as the sexual prowess our culture used to glorify with sloppy kisses and sultry looks. Now that we’re homeless by …

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