Volume 2, Issue 1 (2017)
SHORT STORY
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"Heco examined one of the papers in front of him. 'It says here you’ve spent your life in finance. Is that right?'
'I would say it’s more correct than right,' Gladney said, making a point of looking at each of the doors, spreading his hands out at his sides as if measuring something." |
POETRY
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"Down a road past mailboxes inconsolable as newly broken arms;
where a sea of Queen Ann’s lace has devoured the Starlit Farms and a grave yard of dead mariners and their wives duck beneath confident stalks of tiger lilies; where tall grass shadows thatch the pavement’s wavy tangle; where wildflowers atrophy – I asked myself, how many wrong ways can one person go?" |
SHORT STORY
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"Edgar’s father then turned to serious secret matters. Gargle noises accompanied complex rumbling within the deep mine of his cavernous chest. Blood-heavy sounds emerged from his heart and lungs, surrounded his tree trunk throat, flew out around his vast tongue, through his great lips, and became light and airborne like special mosquitoes or flies which usually vanished instantly, but, at this very happy time, when Edgar’s own perceptivity briefly achieved what would one day become its abiding brilliance, Edgar continued to see these words for a short while, like the opalescent residue of a burst soap bubble."
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POETRY
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Entr’acte
"I did… and she bit me with the passion of the gnawed zephyr—teeth of hyacinth—enameled, gray, and red— " |
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CONTEST WINNER: NOVEL EXCERPT
"Michelangelo peeled the skins of cadavers. He was searching for a deeper mystery than how muscle attaches to bone. I am searching for something more too; not just a tag to name the owner of a dog. In the dead, Michelangelo found the underpinnings for his art. I haven't yet been able to name what it is I find in these still creatures."
Customized illustrations for all published pieces are provided by Evgenia Barsheva.