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Javier Kafie
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fiction by Javier Kafie

Upon the Face of Earth

Gustavo had always been an enigmatic and unpredictable character, a constant headache for his wealthy parents. Doña Isabel, his mother, never managed to get over the trauma caused by one particular call he made years ago.
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essay by Christopher W. Clark

A Hair Short

I am not a very masculine man. My physique resembles Olive Oyl more than Popeye, and my soft-spoken voice is often mistaken for a young girl’s on the phone. I cry during certain movies, and I regularly write love poetry as though I were an 18th century Keatsian consumptive...
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fiction by Elton Shanaj

11:11

Earlier that night, the first night they spent together having met often over meals, Sophia spoke of a new dream she’d had: “We walked along beautiful trees, as he led me through tall pines and flowers stemming from knotted roots.
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poetry by Tracy Haught

Because Today isn’t Good Enough
Oklahoma
Living Casualties
A Midwestern Meadow in Early Autumn
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poetry by Debbie Smith

Another Monday?
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ART & PHOTOGRAPHY
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MIMI CHANG
Title: Sleepyhead
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Title: Styx
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DARAH WRAINE
Title: Husk
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visual series by Francis Raven

Monuments on Our Own Time

“There is nothing in this world as invisible as monuments”
                                                                              -Robert Musil
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poetry by Jezy Gray

BEER
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poetry by Homère Selavy

The Scales of Your Skin
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fiction by Sunnie Smith

Improvisation

“It’s all because of that goddamn bank teller,” Sheldon muttered to himself as he stumbled across the Galveston beach.  “If it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t be in this goddamn situation.”  He tripped over a wine bottle and wondered if he had left if there earlier in the evening.
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fiction by Travis J. Gates

Penis Envy: A Tale of the New Hell

Henrietta wipes the congealed blood spattered across her stubbly chin and raises the Mac-10, pulling the trigger and obliterating the toddler’s face. The kid, decked out in Thomas the Tank Engine footy pajamas, staggers once then falls over near my feet.
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poetry by Chris Piercy

Blood Less Oblique
Frozen/Not Frozen
Om
Trash Whale
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poetry by L Ellebeth Decker

Bad Love
Parade
Recurring Dream
Meditations of a Woman at Her Piano
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