Category: SPRING 2013

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    Eric Lutz

    THIS PLACE My cousin Mary’s dating a wrestler. And you should see the way my mother looks at him. She brings this guy to our Fourth of July cook-out, introduces him as Larry. But when I first talk to him, he holds out a fat hairy hand and says: Call me Slaughter. He’s a big dude,…

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    Abriana Jette

    ALL THAT GLITTERS They are young and they are powerful and their assistants order their drinks precisely as so, down to the spritz of lime in their soda; down to the three shots of gin. Here, there are no real conversations and no one knows anyone’s name. But there is sushi and an open bar and this is New York City. There…

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    Chaim ben Avram

    FINCH A finch flew away Before the storm, before one can call it November, by its corners, by its nearly sanded-down corners, and sky Sky of genesis un- authored, sky of suicidal leap and whorl of racing up city this City of backwater century, of last last spring’s thaw, city of spayed forest and closets…

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    Leah Osowski

    IN PROTECTION OF TWELVE YEAR OLD GIRLS Let’s mold moats below all their collarbones, forge their untarnished skin with fairytales. Our hands are always clutching at that clearing of our bodies anyway. So we’ll scoop skin and root to make islands of their necks and thoughts. We’ll harness their pulses—the throb that comes the first…

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    Thomas Mundt

    TERRY I’d just begun my shift at Auto Zone and was stocking the Mountain Pine air freshener display by the register when Terry called. He was short of breath, kept pfff–ing into the receiver. He was at the gym and needed a spotter, stat. “You can’t, like, ask a staff member or something?” “I can’t trust a staff member,…

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    Margaux Griffith

    COMMUNAL TEA I don’t normally drink tea if I want bourbon. I drink tea with honey because you offer. Your honey tastes like caramel. Our shadows laugh between flecks of light. * I feel the sun off the waves of tea, curled like an oolong bouquet. I slide to your shoulder. You turn towards me,…

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    Lex McNair

    MOON SHARDS particles exist to elicit parameters, us lucid and lost in the ways of magnetic muses. beautiful shifters, shapeless and circling different moons than are visible on the average transparent night. I wonder how many of us know we can choose to drink each others sweat, or munch on mars dust. when I am…