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Her Left Eye by R. Gerry Fabian
Would always tear.In momentsOf subtle joy,Or ecstatic hope.A slow rolling tearCreating a single make-upLine smearThat only I knew. After an eroticSexual release,Her right eyeWould sparkle glowCreating theMagical oxymoronWe became. ____________________________________________________________ R. Gerry Fabian is a retired English instructor. He has been publishing poetry since 1972 in various poetry magazines. His web…
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The Accountant by Christie B. Cochrell
Once upon a time (though he couldn’t have said which, anymore) there was an accountant, much like any accountant anywhere, from the days of the ancient Chinese with their beaded abacuses and nimble fingers to the futuristic post-postmodern age where sleek uninteresting machines take care of all those numbers for…
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Letter from the Editor
Dear Readers, I feel like just yesterday I was writing the letter for the second issue. It boggles my mind that this is Issue 3 – holy cow! – and I have so much planned for this magazine and TwistiT Press, especially with Elisabeth Horan’s collection “Odd list Odd house…
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The Time Traveller by Lucy Whitehead
A hush fell upon the excited crowd of awed faces lit by gaudy glow sticks, andbattery powered lamps clutched in sweaty hands.6 o’clock, the allotted time. The fireworks’operator flashed a glance at a thin womanin a black plastic headset biting her lip.Beside the tall glass portal a motherand three young children…
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Memento Mori by Molly Brainard
The minute hand on the old grandfather clock moved sluggishly to rest on the 12 and the deep melancholy voice called out, announcing the arrival of midnight. There was a knock on the door. The man in the faded blue armchair, who’d been intently watching the time, slowly stood up.…
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