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Month: October, 2010

“Behind the Beach,” Tegwyn Annick

     Legs carved from tongues sat under a crushed turtle gazelle hybrid revitalised in the middle of a cavern apartment under extraterrestrial lights to make a dark wooden table.
     A crystal glass bowl assembled with insect eyes underneath the earth and polished by antediluvian hands.
     Hands: small weak defenders against dust and the wicked.
     The dish was centered on the hybrid’s flattened shell.
     Ghosts restored unperturbed on dark soft moss couches and carpets with African lions which purred over mice and gifts. I had troubles breathing, the air was full of cinnamon and perfumes, and my eyes stung with tired pleas in the dim lights.
     I wanted to sit on the moss and feel the insects living in intuitive panics run along my legs as hot breathe scented with warm sand and rotten bacteria humidified on my nose.
     I wanted to feel apparition hands and dark Portuguese skin; to no longer be an observer.

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“the little woman,” Devin Pitts

     the little woman next to me says that she annually thinks of drowning herself, but now only thinks of love.
     i am watching several crows rest on a telephone wire. there is a man crying softly and shaking gently on the bench out front. i wonder now if the crows discuss how many ways there are to tear a man’s heart from him.

“Weather the Storm,” Alex Warble

“Friendly Fire,” Sean Pravica

     The guests spun dizzily in circles, and then tried to drop clothespins into a jar at their feet. Mr. and Mrs. Walters mandated that they hold the clothespin’s tip no lower than their chin. The guests, of which there were roughly ten, looked at each other strangely. They were all eight or nine, but none were too young to hold the notion that as far as birthday parties go, they had been gipped. Click here to finish Sean’s story.

“Personals Ad #71,” Ben Nardolilli

Young, single white male,
Seeks single white female,
I am 35, enjoy dining, dancing,
(and song?)
5’9 5’10 but height is not problem
(And neither is age)
I am a TaurusCapricorn, Libra
If that matters for you,
Thanks for reading and your consideration

“Transcribing,” Alex Warble

Alex Warble

“A Look At Fantasy,” Scott Hardin

     “I swear to God, Page. My boyfriend is such a freak. If it’s not one thing, it’s always another with him. He’s got a different idea every night.” Click here to finish Scott’s tale.

“#5.,” Adam Moorad

i miss the idea of skinning a buffalo
for survival opposed to patio grilled thrill
people now buy buffalo steak burgers
for $5.99 a pound at trader joe’s in union square
which is only eight minutes on the subway
from my house on the other side of the river

“Things,” Alex Warble

Alex Warble

“Chicken,” Michelle Reale

     We stood under fluorescent lights in a long, snaking line waiting to order. My father still had his work chinos and boots on which I though he looked so tough in. My mother stood slapping the tops of her thighs as if she were keeping time to music, though there was none. Finish Click here to finish Michelle’s story