Issue 8: 19 Jan 2017

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Kindred, a poem by Dave Parsons

By | 2017-02-23T12:17:21+00:00 January 19th, 2017|Categories: Issue 8: 19 Jan 2017|Tags: , , |

Blindness will only make him see better. Broken bones will sharpen his wit. –Karl Shapiro On 9-11, we were 1st stunned into numb dazes—I remember the same—in the early sixties and there are the many other days … personal to each of us … that stick like bad cooking to our dead-pan minds, they are the [...]

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The Inauguration Day that Wasn’t with Mr. First Lady

By | 2017-02-23T12:19:18+00:00 January 19th, 2017|Categories: Issue 8: 19 Jan 2017|Tags: , , , |

By Pepper Hume   Pepper Hume is a refugee from professional theatre design in scenery and costumes. After working all over the country, including years in both Chicago and New York, she retired to her hometown of Bartlesville, Oklahoma. She has a novel and several short stories under her belt—some published—and is working on a reference [...]

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Resiste / Resist, a poem and translation by Mariana Llanos

By | 2017-02-23T12:20:51+00:00 January 19th, 2017|Categories: Issue 8: 19 Jan 2017|Tags: , , , , , |

Resiste Resiste, hermana, resiste. Levanta el puño y resiste. Resiste, hermana, resiste. Sube la voz y resiste. Resiste, hermana, resiste. Eleva la frente y resiste. Resiste, hermana, resiste. Hincha el pecho y resiste. Resiste, hermana, resiste. Planta los pies y resiste. Resiste hermana, resiste. Entrelaza los brazos y resiste. Resiste, hermana, resiste Avanza tu [...]

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Rae Rose Cancels an Appointment

By | 2017-02-23T12:22:37+00:00 January 19th, 2017|Categories: Issue 8: 19 Jan 2017|Tags: , , , |

By Rae Rose Artist's statement I am as inconsistent as my sleep. For people with bipolar disorder, sleep is often an ongoing battle, a ludicrous arrangement, a total crapshoot, and sometimes, ridiculous. More often, I'm crying. More often, I'm ashamed. Some days, I'm a total badass. Some days, I fee like I can't show up to [...]

On the Front Lines

By | 2017-02-23T12:25:48+00:00 January 19th, 2017|Categories: Issue 8: 19 Jan 2017|Tags: , , , , , , , , |

Fiction by Kit-Bacon Gressitt You look in the bedroom mirror, small enough to deny self-adoration, and pull your brownish hair into a ponytail. Tight, like Mother used to do it, just the right way. You turn to the bed. Your clothes are laid out on sheets held taut by perfect hospital corners. You dress in practical [...]

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No Time to Lose

By | 2017-02-23T12:26:50+00:00 January 19th, 2017|Categories: Issue 8: 19 Jan 2017|Tags: , , , , |

By Sergio A. Ortiz It's cold here. Its color, a ninja turtle orange, and only 1 day left for el Presidente Electo to inaugurate his burned hair, his head de mal parío, his enano politician tweets. People say it's worth the trip to his Swearing In, that this kind of shit makes you grow. The thing [...]

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Dear Daughter by Lia Langworthy

By | 2017-02-23T12:28:46+00:00 January 19th, 2017|Categories: Issue 8: 19 Jan 2017|Tags: , |

Dear daughter, Your body shook with tears as CNN declared him the winner. Numb and stoic, I held you, the circuits of my mind overloaded, broken, unable to process what I was hearing and seeing. I imploded with treacherous emotions. Comforting words eluded me. I called your father, for him to deal with your fears and [...]

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Sad Homage to Whitman

By | 2017-02-23T12:29:51+00:00 January 19th, 2017|Categories: Issue 8: 19 Jan 2017|Tags: , , , , , |

By Mark J. Mitchell Fatigued and down-hearted I read the result of the vote. Wind has been stolen from my sails. Fellow travelers jump, one by one, off the plank. over the low gunwale of the ship of state. Allons! November 9, 2016 Mark J. Mitchell studied writing at UC Santa Cruz under Raymond Carver and [...]

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