Posts Tagged ‘ XI.III ’

“Famous Neighbors,” by K. Marvin Bruce

Dec 20th, 2014 | By

The Swamp Monsters’ barbecue was to die for. We’d been neighbors just long enough not to ask about the particular provenance of the hunks of meat they served. There are, after all, things you just don’t do in polite company.

“Well Suited,” by Kim Mary Trotto

Dec 20th, 2014 | By

I’m thinking a red suit. Yeah, a nice red to go with the cherry tint I got at the salon yesterday. Suits line this section of the market corridor, a few shining like mirrors in the overheads. Most though are dull and unflattering shades of green, grey, or brown. They sag on the racks like

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“The Bountiful Hangnail,” by T. J. Young

Dec 20th, 2014 | By

I’ve never met a cannibal named Harvey. When my mother gave me that name, I suppose she also doubted the credential could ever find itself attached to those banal phonemes. But nay she was wrong; I am eater of flesh, connoisseur of the Homo sapiens, taster of gammy knees and tennis elbows. It is I who dines on the crème de la crème of the food chain—the dastardly human. Does that make me king of the food chain, then? An emperor?

Two Poems by Neil Fulwood

Dec 20th, 2014 | By

How to write a villanelle

Think of yourself as a DJ remixing a sample.
Try to find a rhyme scheme that won’t get grotesque.
This particular piece is a bad example.

“Finger Trapped,” by Anthony Nannetti

Dec 20th, 2014 | By

The world is the size of an index card now,

accessible all at one touch.