Posts Tagged "issue 75"

In the Day After the World Stopped Being

by on Aug 4, 2015 in Poetry | 1 comment

Bleached sky drapes over charred branches— her bare feet cut imprints in the ash layers. Echoes double back on each other until there’s only silence. She sorts through debris— chains of coal, frail blackened bones, slivers of teeth— always on the hunt for the lost pieces, the path. She’s...

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Monsters We Create, Woozles We Become

by on Aug 4, 2015 in Poetry | 0 comments

I can still feel the heat from your hair, rough and brown like autumn grass against my cheek as I read to you, Pooh and Piglet Go Hunting And Nearly Catch a Woozle. You’re nearly asleep when I finish, your fever flush burnt into my skin. We bury you a month later. Your hair is combed and...

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Not My Circus, Not My Monkeys: The Elephant’s Tale

by on Aug 4, 2015 in Short Fiction | 1 comment

(3,500 Words) Ladies and Gentlemen, Children of All Ages… Every circus has a story, and every story has its secrets. Those of us taxed with bearing the burden of such things do so with no sense of pleasure, only duty. We remember so that others, in time, may forget. I. Here, the music: a...

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It is Healing, It is Never Whole

by on Aug 4, 2015 in Short Fiction | 0 comments

(3,400 Words) When the souls of the suicides come tumbling out of the low, gray clouds, it’s given to us to collect them, catalog them, contain them, and load them onto the train. None of us know where the train goes—it’s the general consensus, to the extent that there is one, that it...

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Coming Undone

by on Aug 4, 2015 in Short Fiction | 3 comments

(800 Words) Entry #070-698 I was born incomplete, unfinished. My right leg ends in a stubby knee. The corresponding arm never developed past the shoulder. People always think these undeveloped limbs are the error, but it’s the full-length, ‘healthy’ limbs that make me wrong. I’ve spent...

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