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October 31, 2013 | Poetry

Two Poems

Kimberly Ann Southwick

like when I stand with the kitchen scissors in the citygarden, / thunderloving a green skinned fruit. // He hears my kisses, a wall grabber, the neighbors’ dog / left out in the cold.      here’s to his / soft wet nose      and a part of me / that bleeds dogblood, impure.

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Z photo

October 30, 2013 | Fiction

Z

William VanDenBerg

Z’s phone rang. He picked it up and said hello. The person on the other end asked if he was Dr. Schlesinger. After a pause, Z said, “Yes, this is he.” 

That statement, of course, being a lie. 

What Cannot Be Carried Must Be Burned photo

October 29, 2013 | Nonfiction

What Cannot Be Carried Must Be Burned

John Tormey

We crowd around the flame, we extend our naked hands, we feel the joints in our fingers warm and crack. The smoke stains our jackets and hats with its smell.

`You Know Gumby? The Little Guy with the Horse?` `Yes, I Know Who He Is.`: An Interview with Gabriel Blackwell photo

October 28, 2013 | Interview

`You Know Gumby? The Little Guy with the Horse?` `Yes, I Know Who He Is.`: An Interview with Gabriel Blackwell

Tom DeBeauchamp

Gabriel Blackwell’s been busy. In the past two years he’s released three books, two from Civil Coping Mechanisms, and one from Noemi Press: a book of essays and stories called Critique of Pure