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Arson and Brotherly Love by Nathaniel Tower

I started my first fire when I was nine. My brother made me do it. I know every nine-year-old says that, but it really was true. He gave me the matches, the gasoline, the motive. I wasn’t an arsonist. I was just a kid trying to impress. And impress I did. “That’s the biggest fuckin’…

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New Pieces This Week

Ok, so this week started our every other week off. But, we couldn’t do it. Call us workaholics, overachievers, whatever you will. I just call us in love with good literature and this lit mag. Tonight, Miriam Sagan’s “Opening Lines” for your pleasure. Tomorrow, a piece by the rad Nathaniel Tower. Saturday, a piece by…

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Opening Lines by Miriam Sagan

The Arctic sea was tossed by terns. Lucinda had a question. In the ashes, my life turned to prose. It was not easy to be sensible among all these guinea pigs. Like a ragpicker, the writer tries to make use of everything. Black glassy ice retreated a foot a year. A woman of 54, she…

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Two Hot Haiku by h. l. nelson

Summer skin burns fast Red soothed under lover’s hand Scorching heat between. *** Her essence breathes fire She ignites and consumes all I’m embers and ash. – h. l. nelson is Founding Editor-in-Beef of Cease, Cows. She is also a former sidewalk mannequin. (Yes, that happened.) She has been published or is forthcoming at PANK,…

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Gettin’ the Kinks Out

Hello, awesome CC lovers, Just a brief note to let you all know that we’re done mucking about with our image sizes. We found an aesthetically appealing size and we’re sticking with it. Hey, we’re all learning here, and aren’t afraid to admit it. Also, thanks so much to the tons of you who have…

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The Long Waiting Noise by Matthew Kabik

You’re twelve and kissing a neighbor’s daughter. She tastes like chlorine and something sweet, cola maybe. She is cool under your nervous hands and you want nothing but to not mess up. Her hair is wet and heavy, your jaw is getting tired. Her father opens the basement door and there is just enough time…

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Two Poems by Ed Higgins

Communion I cut myself. Often. The bloodslice like thin lips parted in prayer. The supplication in the rise of blood. Pink at first, feeding quickly on oxygen to implausible scarlet. Beautiful as the dark wine we take for Communion. Holy as Christ’s own blood blessed in the chalice and sipped for our sins. Forgive/me/Father/forgive/me/for I…

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New Staff

Please welcome our newest additions: Fiction Editorial Assistant, James “Bojangles” Bojaciuk and Poetry Editorial Assistant, Ben “Benjangles” Kasson. During our intense hazing ritual last night, after hours of grueling battle, they ended the thumb wrestling match in a tie. Why we made them battle, since they both made the cut, was never queried. Worthier assistants…