Archive for the ‘January 2008’ Category
Hoops
| by Doug Goodman |
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loops like a fugue. It is confusing, not knowing where I have been. Raven screeches at me from his empyrean atop a trashcan on the gray sidewalk. Hozho, harmony in the universe, must have been upset. Carelessness destroys it. Ripple effects. Religious chaos theory before it sprouted butterfly wings [...]
The Doge’s Gold Statue
| by Tim W. Burke |
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I write this testimony as provenance to the work of art before you. I write to proclaim that I am the superior alchemist of the ages, as I have supplanted even the Almighty with my greatest creation. But I must write quickly, for as dawn comes, my hands grow heavier.
Temporary Buzzkill
| by Stacey Janssen |
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Buzz. Stop. Buzz. Stop.
If I had to pinpoint the exact moment when it happened, I think it would have to be that one, right there.
Buzz. Stop. Buzz. Stop.
Now, I’m not saying that it happened all at once–at any exact moment–but whatever had been building inside me until that point [...]
Junction
| by Carol Reid |
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What you want most in life is to make music but all you’ve got in your repertoire is words. You want to make the hep-cats dance, but how? The heat of their high-stepping feet will turn your words to baby mush, even through Ella’s velvet tones or Billie’s cornet whisper.
Footsteps
| by Megan Arkenberg |
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Beryl´s footsteps are very heavy. The whole floor shakes as she moves around, and doors rattle in their frames. I often wonder that she doesn´t notice these things, but then again, her eyes are not blind like mine.
The Posthumous Life of Eleanor Bell
| by Gwynne Garfinkle |
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The Girl Who Slept for a Decade
The languid, waxen princess
Swoons luscious on the feather bed.
Inert, she still inspires love
Or something like it.
How did she come to this?
She may have been beautiful
But beauty, she well knew
Wasn’t going to save her
From boredom or bone-tiredness.
Trade her indolent youth
For a mother-in-law
Exhorting her to cook
Such and such a dish
Get her [...]
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