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The Odds

Posted on May 4th, 2010 by Colleen Cunha

By Colleen Cunha
Two thirds of the time, meaningful events in your life won’t happen on a single digit date. The next time it’s the first, or second, or third of a month, remember that chances are, nothing exciting is going to happen to you. It will eventually become the tenth, then the eleventh, then the twelfth, [...]

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An Age of Men

Posted on May 4th, 2010 by Emily Brown

By Emily Brown
They who float about the day seamlessly
lazing down a river where their comatose
minds cook the vegetables within their
Ralph Lauren cotton polo t-shirts and their
grinning eyes water as they take another hit
from the cheap shit they bought two months ago.
Hoot and holler, romp and round they fling their
dicks against each other in the twilight.
Grunting [...]

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Notes on a Catholic Funeral

Posted on May 4th, 2010 by Bart Comegys

By Bart Comegys
There is a background hum
to this Kodak moment,
the push-pull we all feel
at the gate of a Maryland cemetery.
Close on a coffee mug—
    World’s Best Dad,
    it might have read—
we interred in a low stone wall
to fade out with the seasons.
Wide on my first cathedral,
my eyes cut face to face,
whole mass of [...]

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We Reserve the Right to Remember Who We Are:

Posted on April 5th, 2010 by Simi Landau

By Simi Landau
Lindisfarne
We call it Lindisfarne because we are the only ones who still know what that means.
We are like them, the monks copying manuscripts of old, or anyway we try to be. None of us are monks, of course—this time, like the last, some of the clergy were even in on it, the [...]

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Blueberry Barrens

Posted on March 2nd, 2010 by Bart Comegys

By Bart Comegys
Charlie tried explaining, but the infant weight on his shoulders and the tiny sneakers beating rhythmically against his chest mixed things up. The gravel and crushed asphalt crunched under his feet as he walked, and he held the kid’s knees to keep him steady up top.
“So she said I take things too seriously,” [...]

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Pomegranate

Posted on February 3rd, 2010 by Malti Jones

By Malti Jones
Careful
You lift her
fertile weight
delicate
in your palm
Your fingers trace
her smooth skin
youthfully pallid
untouched
under scarlet rouge
Sun ripened
her thick hide is
unweathered
lustrous in its
naked form
She sounds hollow
so you tear
her open
just to
make sure
She smells acrid
her curving belly
unfolded exposes
red jewels glistening
in her womb
Hungrily
you taste her
bitter juice and wonder
if she tastes as sweet now
as you imagined
she would.

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Truth is A Woman

Posted on February 3rd, 2010 by Shaun Poust

By Shaun Poust
My home is drowning in the warm flood of a summer night—I am preserved in my room, at my desk. I can see the night sky through the windows from where I sit in my chair, but it remains a distant background, an untouchable inky ocean that eats the world outside but has [...]

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Cake Poem

Posted on December 4th, 2009 by C.R. Willsie

By C.R. Willsie

There is a doughnut weight to things in my days:
Heavier globes come back around after so many years;
I find myself baking the same gray cakes,
Waking up with the same groggy mouth.
Heavier things, him, are here
Ruining my every birthday dinner
Making me go off in some black hood rage,
Burning everything I put in the oven.
I [...]

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Fireflies

Posted on December 4th, 2009 by Dylan Emmons

By Dylan Emmons
Just a Monday night, but the Sideline Bar and Grill was lively. Not jumping by any means—half the tables were empty and the average age of a patron that night had to be at least 40—but lively it was, in its own sort of way. I’d always thought that about the [...]

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The Sacred Room

Posted on October 2nd, 2009 by Amelia Blevins

By Amelia Blevins
“No, you lift from the bottom and I’ll pull it up.”
“Wait, what if we lay it down on its side and then I push it up?”
“Make sure nothing falls out. I want these books the same way dad had them.”
The whirr of a vacuum punctuates the conversation as the brother and sister assess [...]

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