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Four Poems by Mark Cunningham

Oct 20th, 2009 | By

[specimen] I couldn’t read my intervention on how hegemonic ideology physically changes the way people see the world until I put on my new glasses with the thick black ear pieces that are all the rage now. I started to see things as if I were a point-of-view shot in a movie, so I knew

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Two Poems by Doug Draime

Oct 20th, 2009 | By

first love he called at 4 in the morning crying into the phone telling me she’d left him and asking for my advice. i told him to take a nice hot bath, clean his apartment of all her things, listen to some jazz (Miles Davis if he had any), take the phone off the hook,

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“Woman Reveals She Just Can’t Help Herself,” by Deborah Gottner

Oct 20th, 2009 | By

Of all crimes perpetrated against breakfast foods–ranging everywhere from bagels to pop tarts to omelets–in the United States, the most heinous has gained nationwide exposure only in the last two decades. This crime against breakfast food is all the more profound because it targets the most innocuous victim: cereal. Before exploring examples of the terrible

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“The Will to Live,” by Pavelle Wesser

Oct 20th, 2009 | By

Doctor Will stared into the darkness beyond his office window. It was two o’clock in the morning but he just had to call her. He snatched up the receiver and dialed, waiting several rings before she picked up. “Gladys,” he said, “we need to talk.” “At two o’clock in the morning?” “I’m leaving Agnes for

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“I Was a Teenage Felon, etc.” by CJ Hallman

Oct 20th, 2009 | By

On Wednesdays, Agnes was in charge of the kitchen. She had voodoo hands and could whip up this potato salad that Marcus joked was like sucking the fungus off God’s toes. She made damn fine food, but only on Wednesday, because every other day of the week Agnes worked under Jason, her supervisor, who was

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