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CC’s Best of the Net Nominations

Lovely CC Readers: After much deliberation, it’s time once again to show some bovine love to those writers the cows feel deserve a nomination for the Best of the Net awards. Without further ado, we present to you the cows’ nominations: Flash Fiction My Sister’s Aquarium by Jennifer Todhunter Feather Boy by Toni Marshall Poetry…

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Two Poems by Hannah Cohen

Body as an Alberto Giacometti Sculpture Just think, this is about as close to the wire frame and knife’s edge for a head I’ll ever get. My spaces are full, been thin and slipped so many times. If you’re a museum, call me a standing wreck, god, yes, I’m yours. Superficial Today I learned there…

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Two Poems by Claudia Serea

The places we used to roam I’ve been there, hanging out with the dwarf at the Palisades circus, and with the clown with tragic eyes smoking a cigarette on the roof of the flying Zamboni. I’ve been there, in another life, a memory, a photograph, a dream. There’s nothing romantic about that. And the angel…

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Key South by Michael McCormick

I examined the condenser. Three drops. Laramie moved slowly among the corn rows, stopping to pull a hopper off a wilted stalk. It squirmed in her fingers. “Fat one,” I said. She nodded, dropping it in her stew pouch. “They found a new island,” she announced. “What?” “Well, an old island from before,” she explained,…

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Milk & Honey by Maureen Langloss

There is a door we tap. No need to knock it hard, just enough to draw the bouncer with the clipboard out. We watch the people come and go, adding their names to the host’s list, too. They linger a breath, playing with the buttons on their coats or adjusting their scarves, before slinking off…

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Two Poems by Patrick Bower

Adaptations A Brindle Afghan disappears, if she can manage to be still,   before a backdrop of shrubbery like triggerfish into the sargassum   a jaguar into the understory or a human into a plaza,   where hundreds are dancing, swaying together or apart,   like the tentacles of a sea anemone hypnotic, concealing harpoons.…

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We Are One by Scott Paul Hallam

I always imagined that when one of our hearts would break, the other’s would shatter too. While my sister Evette and I have two separate hearts, we share a chest, a torso, and a vulva. We share most other things as well — like this one-bedroom apartment on the East side, Pollack prints covering exposed…

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Buckley Was Wrong by Cameron Dezen Hammon

You don’t want me, and the force of you not wanting me creates a shape; the presence of an absence, like an amputated limb. Here’s the courtyard you aren’t crossing. Here’s the stone step under mossy tree where you don’t sit, pulling me down next to you. You don’t take me to a coffee shop…