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Perfect Timing by Jason de Koff
What is sleep,but the hard reset,of the mind.The brain changes configuration,releasing toxins,dispensing cookies. Repairing the damage,from cortisol-induced stresses,reducing sharp edges among the folds,Bringing to question,whether names can’t hurt you,as physical tolls prove otherwise. Flushing the system,with the means to motivate,and shape the daily masterpiece.Defined by what is left,the salvaged energy…
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Dating Tips and Tricks by Tim Peterson
If you knew Raymond, you’d think a bookstore would be the perfect place for him to meet a woman. Ideally, a nerdy pretty woman in a whimsical hat sipping a cappuccino by the window while a local poet reads something clever over the sound of acoustic guitar. Maybe the whimsical…
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Any Measure by J.L. Lapinel
You are so weird was the most loving thing my mother said and you speak Spanish that sounds like Armenian but her arms were smooth and smelled like bread and she would let me write on her feetin pen and rasp off the lettersin dusty callus powder my words shredded and dismissed below her little undefined feet with unspoiled perfectly aligned toes two…
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Recumbent Pudica by J.L. Lapinel
I was spit out the other end of an arrogance high a confident saunter into adult separationas if peeling the dysfunction from my skin would lead to a cellular replacement Now a renewed adolescentI yearn for the small angled reflective pieces of a dissolving (dys)funhouse No, you wouldn’t fit through the keyhole it’s made custom for my skeletal…
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The Cobbler by Jay Bechtol
Finn snorted his disapproval through a nose eternally out of joint. He’d seen better rainbows tattooed on the forearms of dead sailors. The mural covering the old cinderblock wall appeared as if it had been applied by a couple of eight year olds on a dare. The word “Libertad!” highlighted…
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The cabinet by Katie Jenkins
my strange claw-footedsovereign of the attic landing glass laying openyour filigree ribcage a deco display casequiet as a casket protecting the proxies of people I’ve loved an incomplete tea-seta coronation mug two model aeroplanesthree porcelain toads what heirlooms await you a Lladro figurineslender and gleaming a mallard-shapedpencil sharpener some old first editionI…
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The Red Shoes by Katie Jenkins
I dance through sleep while others dream the stars on their distant throneare nothing to me there will be no more stained glassno incantations I dance through griefwhile others mourn my tears are nothing to me I am no-one’s beloved I am a ribbon whipping on the wind my feet are…
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Table of Contents: Issue 10
Prepare to be taken on a journey to somewhen! The Red ShoesKatie Jenkins The cabinetKatie Jenkins The CobblerJay Bechtol Recumbent PudicaJ.L. Lapinel Any MeasureJ.L. Lapinel Dating Tips and TricksTim Peterson She can’t help herselfMary Ford Neal Stanley’s TimeRobert Pope Perfect TimingJason de Koff A GlimmerJason de Koff A Medieval TaleRegina…
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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…
Take Us On A Journey To Somewhen
