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I contemplate the humble potato by David S. Atkinson

I sit in my air-conditioned box suite at Madison Square Garden and contemplate the humble potato, that ambitious squishy sack of malevolent grub-like tuberousness, as if my life depended on it…for it very well may. The potato, that murderous sneak who pursued me here, hidden in the provided sporting arena concessions. Chips, wedges, even potato…

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Three Flash by Chloe N. Clark

The Dead Man’s Bride This is a true story. When I was 22, we buried my almost-husband in a graveyard that now no longer accepts the dead. Think about that? That a graveyard can fill as easily as a movie theater. There is standing room only for the grieving, not the lost. When he died…

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Fox by Stephen V. Ramey

She said she was afraid of commitment. I said I was, too. We played at sex, experimented with living together, even went so far as to window-shop for rings, but we knew it would never work out. The fear of transformation was too great. I worried I would turn vicious and petty, even abusive. “My…

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Prisoner of Love by Brad Rose

It was an understandable mistake. A small figurine of a girl, you were available only in stores that sold bullets. It was like a silent movie. Thank goodness, it was a lot better than it sounded. Of course, love can’t be attributed entirely to crop failure. Your kiss was far less frigid than lipstick on…

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The Ghosts by Shawnacy Kiker

These figures (the poem continues) are unattached to anything, only sometimes they come with a feeling. A stirring, say, a sudden recollection. The sprong of diving boards in the blue summer and the smell of warm towels on concrete, drips of water sliding down, hanging from the palm frond ends of my hair, catching the sun, the first time…