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Two Poems by Eddy Jordan from Vol. 9

Theatre for Realtors An afternoon for burning, we lookin houses.A chance to makesome theatre for realtorswe say, realtorsare people too we think.We talkloud, walk wide, itch our invisible beards together. What do you think honey? It’s nice, I mean, but the kitchen? Kitchens can be redone. Sure, but— The lighting is nice. The lighting is—…
Two Fictions by Teague von Bohlen from Vol. 9

Bombs in Dogs My ex Shelly and her new husband are moving out of town, a little over an hour’s drive from here. It’s a planned community on what’s now a golf course, but the whole thing used to be the municipal airfield back before the regional airport went in. They say they’ve treated the…
“Hourglass, Hourglass,” an essay by Loie Rawding from Vol. 9

12:11 a.m.We lost power, just as my body was turning to stone and sinking into the wet concrete of Sunday sleep. The whole house. The street. From here to Broadway there was no light, no heat, only a failing sense of time. The missing spark of the water heater, the lung collapse of my humidifier,…
Poems & Mixed Media by Jeffrey Grunthaner from Vol. 9

*Ed.’s Note: click images to view larger sizes. Revisions For the moment he does summertime with an alexandrine mounted in air,inscribed in a space of appropriation—a hundred-foot colossus in black colorsof the sea, or sea anemone from an immensely high beam leaping down with agreat flourish of dust. Rode into focus on a saddleless little…
From Vol. 9: Two Bird Quizzes by Rose Hunter

Albatross Quiz Various species of albatross cana. circumnavigate the globeb. fly to the moonc. become curses and symbols of atonement To make it through the doldrums, albatrosses musta. be one of the smaller speciesb. use more energyc. acquire a positive attitude; push through it Those who have not seen an albatross in the flesh includea.…
From Vol. 9: “MATH DEATH,” a short comic by Dustin Holland

*Ed.’s Note: click image to view larger size. Dustin Holland lives and works in northern Colorado where he and his brother make The Holland Boys Zine (patreon.com/hollandboyszine).
From Vol. 9: Three Prose Poems by Susan L. Leary

Joyful Poem, with Nearsightedness We enter the world able to detect the earliest upheavals of atmosphere. Each morning, the thousand strokes of dawn refusing to settle into sky. & for what? To stay or flee an invented storm? To make lists of things mourned before their arrival? We do this, even, with the edged infinities…
From Vol. 9: “80,” a short story by Stephen Dixon

He wakes up, gets his cellphone off the night table and opens it to look at the time. 3:02. He’s been asleep for less than an hour. An hour ago he checked the time after lying in bed awake for almost three hours. 2:05. So he’s gotten an hour’s sleep tonight. He’ll probably lie in…
From Vol. 9: Two Poems by Glenn Shaheen

Cannon Fruit flies numerous and can Ibring myself to kill them to ruintheir structures of flight theydiminish our standard of livingthey are minor irritants ourstandard of living already lowfrom years of part time teachingour teeth yellowing our clothesbecoming more out of stylepoetry only works for the wealthyor the white my friends assureme that being Arab…