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Issue #12, Winter 2017

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Issue #11, Summer 2016

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Craig Steele, Summer 2016

Final Cruise
Craig Steele

Can ye fathom the ocean, dark and deep,
where the mighty waves and the grandeur sweep?
― Fanny Crosby

When my days become an afterglow, and I a memory,
scatter my ashes upon those wind-teased waves

that raise the fiery, sunrise tides beyond the nearest
far horizon. I’ll be a shell returning to the sea,

cruising its antique surface where, below me, Continue reading “Craig Steele, Summer 2016”

Daryl Sznyter, Summer 2016

How to Fall Asleep and Never Wake Up
Daryl Sznyter

The year they discovered my best friend, twenty years old and silent under the heap of her wrecked car, I learned one can sleep forever and never wake up.

That year, her sister, only seventeen, ate magic mushrooms and lost her mind and her brother, fourteen, started running and stopped eating and I didn’t eat magic mushrooms but lost my mind anyway as everyone watched my skin, too white to be real, disintegrate before their eyes.

That year I flew to Colorado to see an urn surrounded by pointe shoes. It reminded me more of a wastebasket than the last I would see of the only person I actually spoke to. The cassette that held my entire life was broken. No – not broken – lost. Her sister ran naked through the street a few days later after ingesting a certain fungus at her school’s homecoming dance. Continue reading “Daryl Sznyter, Summer 2016”

Micah Bauman, Summer 2016

My House
Micah Bauman

my house
is slowly leaving me
piece by piece
it departs

soon
I’ll have nowhere
to live
to sleep
my house is slowly leaving me

the wall left
It desired some time alone
the ceiling left
It reached an all-time low
the floor left
It couldn’t handle the pressure anymore
the door left
In search of greater opportunities
the roof left Continue reading “Micah Bauman, Summer 2016”

Jeremy Nathan Marks, Summer 2016

The neighborhood is still alive
Jeremy Nathan Marks

Who said anything about whistling while
you work?

But you can sing while taking out the trash
raking leaves or helping someone
with their car

With four walls and a roof and none of it
shared who said you’ve got to smile
and mean it when you say

Yes, ma’am

Save when you’re home
and playing that music loud
and inviting in whoever at whatever
hour

Firecrackers on the holidays
(and sometimes other days)
the dogs begging to lie on top of the bed

Other times beer bottles broke up
in the gutters Continue reading “Jeremy Nathan Marks, Summer 2016”

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