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Table of Contents: Issue 9
Prepare to be taken on a journey to somewhen! AirplanesJay Bechtol Milk TeethMcCaela Prentice TraceMcCaela Prentice A Tale of PeterEku Williams bean siKaren Steiger The Barrister’s Ballade in Oompa LoompishKristin Garth The Biggest News in HistoryAnderson Fonseca(translated by Toshiya Kamei) Love and Alzheimer’sAnannya Uberoi The Book ThiefAnannya Uberoi Tea and…
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bean si by Karen Steiger
What makes a woman a howling banshee?The one you hear through your bedroom’s locked window at midnight,the tall woman,her body wasted by grief,gray cloak hanging limply on her slumped shoulders,her green dress, once a rich velvet,now covered in wispy silver cobwebs,her dark eyes sunken and red with tears,her pale skin a…
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Secrets in the Poison by Kat Devitt
Mabel waited in the corridor crumpled on the floor, as crumpled as the taffeta of her wedding dress. She pressed her back against the wall for certainty, wanting to merge with the wood. Rivulets streamed down her cheeks onto her netted veil. She stared ahead at the wallpaper’s print, fixated…
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Airplanes by Jay Bechtol
Jimmy Brandt loved the first fold. He knew from that seam if it was going to drift left or fly straight. And the first step, always, always, always, was right down the middle. Creasing the sheet of clean paper lengthwise. Carefully aligning the corners of the sheet before using his…
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Lazy Days by Jason de Koff
The klaxon of cicadasRing in the sultry summerThe ebb and flow of buzzesDeep, dank bayou moistureMake dinosaurs reappear. The light is bentOn paths of mysteryThat shape the shadowsCreating new colorsAnd soaking the vibrant scene. From above, a green paradiseWith velvet carpet flaresBelow, an epic steam boxHung with clouded conspiracySenses warring…
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Milk Teeth by McCaela Prentice
I thought someone mightlove me by now.I had that nightmare again-the one where Ihave forgotten my age;have forgotten the teethI spit into my hands.a boy I slept besidetold me he had dreamt it too-told me not to wish away time. ____________________________________________________________ McCaela Prentice is a Maine writer now living in…
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Screaming/Laughing by Rickey Rivers Jr.
Screams of excitement often sound like anguish.I wish this not to be the case. People cheering at funerals, screaming at parties, pain at the wedding, laughs at the blood. It happens often Smile inside.Scream outwardly. Children giggle out the womb keeping their parents up at night. Jokes make hollers and…
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Trace by McCaela Prentice
The days now leave meshort of breath. A man is edging alonga guard rail on the Queensboro bridge.I have only ever seen the bedroomdimly lit. I have only walked here once.I drag my finger along the yellow linefor a stranger on the train.these are places I have been;that my time…
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Home Is by Christian Barragan
Day 1A youthful barista bounces at the register, overlooking the meager clump of customers eyeing the menu. A strange concoction of emotions wells within her, wondering if it’s appropriate to be angry at the ones responsible for her hours. They are, after all, outside. Suddenly she’s glad her family stayed…
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A Tale of Peter by Eku Williams
WAR, PETER AND OTHER THINGS. SEPTEMBER, 1945 During the war, Peter had incurred the most gruel of fatal attacks: a seven-bullet and bomb rupture on his left leg. He had been sent home and had the leg amputated. A week after the surgery, his wife, Anna, had lost the fight…
Take Us On A Journey To Somewhen
