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Two Poems by D.W. Lichtenberg

The Upset of My Hope Fool I wrote Chet this email and I was telling him you know best friends are like two guys on this deserted island and like there’s a bunch of little islands all over the ocean and I would ask Chet if he wanted to go to all the other islands…
Fiction: Three Atrocities by John Dermot Woods

*Ed.’s Note: click images to view larger sizes. New Jersey In the suburbs of New York City, the police were called to detain a trespasser who had been witnessed climbing the fences of several residents’ backyards and digging up their lawns with a steel shovel. The trespasser was a woman, a mother who said she…
“A Prose Poem I Started a While Ago and Never Finished … Until Now!” by Bradley Sands

John wills the creation of a farm in Times Square. Tobacco crops smash through the pavement, sending fire hydrants and sprays of water skyward. A cow commutes to the pasture, forcing crowds to press themselves against store windows, suppressing their ability to breathe. I guess I don’t really know much about farming, which is why…
Poetry: Nick Barr’s “craigslistgirls”

*Ed.’s Note: click image to view larger size. Nick Barr lives in San Francisco, where he does product management for an Internet startup. His work has previously appeared in Very Bad Poetry. He is a tiny speck in the Twitterverse. Photo credit: Prawny, morguefile.com
Three Poems by Thomas Patrick Levy

How Circles Work Sometimes I don’t let it bother me and sometimes I spend the whole night staring at the mirror next to the bed thinking WHEN WILL THIS STOP HAPPENING TO EVERY SINGLE MONSTER. And in the morning usually I feel alright. It’s a wave, parabolas, math. It’s a cycle still but you know…
Poetry: Three Basic Cable Couplets by Larry O. Dean

Mia Is on Cloud Nine Mia is on cloud nine when she’s invited to join a modeling agency. Frightened and confused, she wanders the streets of Boston wearing a blood-soaked blue dress with $10,000 in her pocket. There’s a Sicko on the Loose There’s a sicko on the loose, and he’s managed to kidnap little…
Poetry: Karen Craigo’s “Small Gestures for the Never Departed”

There is a theory of ghostingthat says each side, blindto its counterpart, occupiesone space, and walks aroundthe other, or through it,in a dimension we are not equippedto know. But sometimeswe spot themin a single, lucid moment,and they are oblivious, funny-hatted,wearing the robes of their strangeness.And maybe they see us toofrom time to time and are…
Poetry: Adam Moorad’s “Villa Adrian”

you used toscrew a hicki lived withthat’s how we metwe slept together onceand it happened againin a celicai didn’t recognize youor even knowif it was actually youand on another nightyou danced for meand called mesomeone else’s nameand it reminded mehow i forgotyou knowi knowno one knowsabout this Adam Moorad is a poet, salesman, and mountaineer.…
Two Poems by Colette Arrand

The Xerox Machines Lose Their Will to Live First they made copies of body parts:hands, then buttocks, toes, and breasts.We thought this was intimacy, but they leftafter copying their resumes, didn’t come back.Whispers of layoffs, confirmed when cubicles grewempty, when fires were set to garbage cans stuffedwith what we’d made. Anarchy, once the vending machines,too,…