Posts Tagged ‘ VI.IX ’

Defenestration: July 2009

Jul 20th, 2009 | By

Damnations and felicitations, folks! Another month has passed us by, and therefore the inevitable has happened: the July 2009 issue of Defenestration is here, and it’s all up in your face. See? Are you excited yet? Are you excited now? Good. This month almost didn’t happen. Not the magazine. The magazine always happens (unless it

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Two Poems by Paul Hellweg

Jul 20th, 2009 | By

Finally, Hope Lonely and wishing for a miracle, it finally came in the form of an e-mail from a 24-year-old woman with 8.5 million dollars who offered to move in with me if I would help her transfer the funds to this country, and all I had to do to get the money and the

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“I Kept the Nickel,” by Lauren Becker

Jul 20th, 2009 | By

I kept the address labels. The nickel, too. The night of the day I used the first label, I dreamed of starving orphaned children with distended stomachs. They told me I should have sent the nickel back, along with a generous check and a stamp to save the charity the cost of postage. I ignored the

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Four Poems by Mr. Smith

Jul 20th, 2009 | By

Fireworks I ended it on the fourth of July But still she cried and threw things at me. That’s the trouble with American girls: They don’t ‘do’ Irony. Thunder If I’m lying, she said, may the ground open up and swallow me. And as the words left her lips a sound like thunder filled the

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“Chance Encounter,” by Chris Ridenour

Jul 20th, 2009 | By

She was wearing what the parlance of the day widely referred to as a wife-beater and even in the dim light of the bar he could make out the tattoo on her back, the inscription “One Ring to Rule Them All” arrayed in a circle around a grinning Richard Simmons. ‘Great God of Tennis Ball

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“Scotch Buy cookies, anyone?” by Rachel Levy

Jul 20th, 2009 | By

While I was growing up, my parents were very particular about food, but also quite practical. My father did most of the grocery shopping at our neighborhood Safeway in Washington, D.C., and he often purchased the house brand. At the time, the supermarkets didn’t want to put their own name on most of their in-house

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“The Anti-Wrath,” by Thomas Sullivan

Jul 20th, 2009 | By

It happens on the Summer Solstice, unfolding quietly during the night, while most people sleep peacefully. No one sees a thing. To the wary night-owls manning convenience store registers nothing is amiss. Cabbies continue to ply their trade, unloading drunks from their cars without interruption. The world’s most advanced radars and missile defense systems sleep

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“Have You Seen Waldo?” By Rod Parker

Jul 20th, 2009 | By

My name is Rod. I’m an Assistant Manager at a fast food restaurant, and worked there for nearly five years. I’m a natural study of human nature. Thus, I find this place interesting. Or rather, more accurately, I find the occasional parade of characters sometimes curious, disturbing, and amusing. Curious: I have a regular who

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“Hot Date In ’68,” by Trebor Nehoc

Jul 20th, 2009 | By

———— Bob Cohen (aka Trebor Nehoc) is a writer living in NYC. His latest book is Scurvy Dogs, Green Water & Gunsmoke: Fifty Years in US Navy Destroyers (Oak Tree, 2008).



“Exploradora,” by Wakman111

Jul 20th, 2007 | By

Presenting: The Defenestrati, a crowd-created Defenestration comic.