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Never Family by Lee Landau

I swear I never wrote about you, days spent cleaning, always ironing the sheets and underwear,   hours cooking and baking for the freezer, never family.   Karen, sly bandito, searched your purse, the cabinets and kitchen drawers. You kept that freezer   locked daring anyone to steal your hard work…always, always for people outside…

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Feather Boy by Toni Marshall

He has peacock feathers. They stick out just above his butt – blues, greens, purples. They shimmer in the light. I like it most when he dances. The feathers shiver like virgins. I watch him in the anorexic moonlight. Every night. When it rains, snows, when the wind screams, and tonight, when the midnight air…

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A Small Potato by Brian Robert Flynn

You are a small potato. Bigger potatoes are dancing to fantastic music in outer space, but you can’t go there. You’re a simpleton blown to bits by the cut and thrust of superior tubers, by the gravity of dancing. Your zen is here in the grocery store, moving through life as a good or service,…

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Veritas in Dubium by Jordan Ramsey

You wake up and already your Verum Anniversarium letter is in your inbox. For twenty years you have waited for this letter, a glimpse into your future…well, probably. Most likely. Eighty-twenty. For weeks now you have been preparing yourself for this moment, deciding what you were going to believe. In just three hours, the truth…

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Two Poems by Justin Karcher

The Last Time I Was Really Happy, Emilio Estevez Was Coaching Peewee Hockey Yesterday, while I was on my usual midnight pilgrimage, I was suavely walking down Richmond Ave. When I heard the quacking of ducks.   I looked all around and didn’t see anything – And yet, the quacking persisted. I assumed there was…

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Bloom by Kathy Stevenson

She had been waiting nearly a year for her pass to the Repository, or the Repo as most people called it. The line was long, as all lines were now, but it was moving. Her senses yearned toward the building itself, as it housed so much that she had almost forgotten. People her daughter’s age…

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Two Poems by Jim Zola

Missing I ignore the peeling trim, bare spots on the lawn. A grocery list: beer, detergent. No warm dinner waits. I eat two bowls of Cheerios, drink the last beer, step outside to smoke. Stars blink. The dog paws the dirt and barks at nothing. By morning, I practice concern. Should I shave? What to…

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Living Rooms by Laroo Jack

Everything had its place. She ran a finger along the edge of the mantle and examined each thing in its turn—the ceramic frogs, the strange vase that had belonged to her aunt, a small landscape of the sea. They each had respect for their proper place, and if anything got out of line—deviated—it was removed.…