Archive for September 2008

Defenestration: September 2008

Sep 20th, 2008 | By

Welcome to the September 2008 issue of Defenestration, the only literary magazine to be voted Undisputed King of the Interwebs by almost one-third of our staff! This month features the poetry of Arlene Ang and Paul Giles; prose by Bryson Newhart and Hank Kirton; and visuals by Megan Roth and the Christopher Woods/Jeff Crouch “power

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“Beware of God”, by Megan Roth

Sep 20th, 2008 | By

___________________ Megan Roth is a writer and cartoonist recently transplanted Miami. Her first book, The Green Guide to Daily Living, will be available from Cliff Road Books and Amazon.com in November, 2008. She sells t-shirts at www.clikfish.com, and plays the piano tipsy and shoeless for a chorus of stuffed snowmen and feline companions on those

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“Looking for Band”, by Jeff Crouch and Christopher Woods

Sep 20th, 2008 | By

___________________ Jeff Crouch is an internet artist in Grand Prairie, Texas. Google “Jeff Crouch” to see where he has been. Christopher Woods lives in Houston and in Chappell Hill, Texas. It is in the latter place that he hears coyotes cry at night. He doesn’t mind them as much as the occasional skunk that shows

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“‘Psych-Out (1968)’ Starring Susan Strasberg”, by Hank Kirton

Sep 20th, 2008 | By

She woke up groping for her name, she woke up deaf. The room surrounded her. Piles of clothes, blankets and empty wine bottles lay strewn across a warped wooden floor. She stood up, holding the wall for balance and, to test her hearing, yelled, “Hey!” She felt the word form and fly but couldn’t hear

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“This space intentionally left blank.” by Paul Giles

Sep 20th, 2008 | By

quiet shock of                                                                                                                              history eaten by train light breaks                                                                                                                    the coke machine this city’s anesthetic                                                                                                    no change left poems rained all                                                                                                                       well that’s changed day sorry couldn’t                                                                                                                everything give me find my umbrella                                                                                                                    back my undies blinking acid eyes                                                                                                              found my liver home stopped me                                                                                                              in that smarties in its tracks                                                                                                                                    pack thank god regret pulled my                                                                                                                  o didn’t i

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