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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 wickedly cold, or his … Continue reading
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
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
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
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 strange women … Continue reading
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 to go … Continue reading
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
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. He stayed inside me … Continue reading
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 in childhood and … Continue reading
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 solution to cover lead … Continue reading
