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Essay: Zeke Jarvis’ “The Unintentional Dreads”

Not only do I remember the baby cats, but I remember how I heard about the baby cats. Actually, I remember that better than I remember the baby cats, which I didn’t see that much. It was the guy’s girlfriend that asked, “Don’t you think the baby cats are gross?” I stared at her until…
Fiction: Rolli’s “There’s a Swan in My Scrotum”

When I was younger my younger brother found a duck nest and picked out one egg. Then the mother bit him in the kneecaps and the rectum but her beak got stuck. He squeezed her out like he was shitting and some shit came out. Then he stomped on the nest and ran home with…
Three Poems by Gary Glauber

Found and Lost She was pasted firmly in the past,a trivial footnote in a weather-beaten journalgathering dust, unread on a high closet shelf,a brief coupling that held sweet silk memoriesbetween torrents of mood swings and accusations.She wore jealousy and lace, foolishly believingboth might strengthen a shaky relationship.It ended ugly, a paean to passion gone awry.Today…
Two Poems by Brian Beatty

Coyote Coyote—for Tony Fitzpatrick That forest that goesunseen for its own trees is full of mirrors, too: obscure, obsceneAmerican mirrors baring our teeth. We like whatever we notice oncewe dare to re-open our eyes. But those dark unknowns we still fearrun wild through our veins. And in the proud American waybullets whiz by our heads.…
Two Poems from This Is the Way to Rule: Joshua Young

Dear Survivors, we come upon a party of women cutting through the gut of a forest. when they see us approaching, they scatter. we keep shouting, we mean no harm, but just as quickly as we came upon them, they’ve vanished. we can hear breaths and twigs snapping, but cannot see them. our shouts keep…
Fiction: Lori D’Angelo’s “Neighbors”

Thomas hired a neighbor woman to spy on his wife. He told himself that it was for his wife’s own good. His marriage had fizzled, and he wanted to know why. His wife’s name was Donna. The neighbor’s name was Donnetta. At times, he felt like he wasn’t even spying. The neighbor was like an…
Two Poems by J. Bradley

Enrolling in the Human League I’m writing you the perfect love song:the beat a gasp from Lloyd Dobblerwhile his stomach collapsesaround my right fist, the lyricscut from your favorite magazines,glued onto construction paperthat matches your eyes. I’ll shave and dress so well,my floor will wear your clothesperfectly. You’ll rememberthe tune, ignore our words. I’m a…
Poetry: Peter Schwartz’s “a dozen parables”

1.there once was a farmer who always saw the sunrise, he died in a weird experiment with mosquitoes and bees. 2.once was a pilot with nowhere to go who invented chess. 3.once was a student who coveted manhood, he developed a new way of looking at time and space but was completely penniless in the…
Poetry: Three Boundary Critiques by Andrew Rihn

I. Convergent Boundaries The Himalayan mountain range formedwhen two tectonic plates converged,their equal densities raising them uplike a sacrifice to the gods.Rick met Ilsa in Paris, a monthbefore Paris met the Germans.Convergence like this reversesour faults. We finish one another’ssentences. They drank from each other’sglasses at La Belle Aurore.She wore blue, the Germans wore grey.Convergence…