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literature
Macrofiction
Victor Moss:
Beware the Wolves: A Soviet WWII Story [Hitler called his invasion Operation Barbarosa; the Soviets called it a nightmare. On June 22, 1941, at exactly 4:00 a.m., Hitler broke his non-aggression pact with Stalin, and Germany, unexpectedly, invaded...Chapter 1: An excerpt from the novel]
Andrew Fox:
Jules Versus Breezy [This is the only short story I've written that features Jules Duchon, my vampire character from Fat White Vampire Blues. I wrote it in 1998 as a 60th birthday gift for my friend Bob Borsodi.]
Bill Cramb:
Blues for Lona [The night I talked to Koko Taylor after a gig.]
Nathan Leslie:
A Hurdle for Dunces [Excerpt from 'Believers'-- I saw them get into thousands of arguments, sometimes over the stupidest shit you can imagine?what kind of horse is the fastest, what is the best drink to go with oysters, who was better Julius Irving or Larry Bird]
Bridgett Gayle:
Je T?Aime [Don?t get me wrong. I?m perfectly comfortable with myself. I tell myself that every morning while looking into my bathroom mirror. ?Michelle, you?re a good person.]
Erin McCreary:
The People I?ve Loved [The People I?ve Loved The Clothes I?ve Wore: Going From an A to a D Cup And Everything in Between]
Eric Neyer:
Batman & Wonder Woman- First Date [Batman picked up Wonder Woman in front of her condo at seven sharp. "Nice building," he said, slate-blue cowl shading his eyes from the setting sun.]
Chris Duncan:
Horace Milkweed [Art critics, college students, everybody, really, often ask me how I make my art. I tell them that I, Hore, don?t make art.]
Sasha:
Why the Lizard? [Waiting... the gravel hot, our throats dry...brown and yellow, dirt blew and sage brush bent. The road was gray, the air was waving down the highway like an oily mirage. I remember the lizard.]
Eric Neyer:
Cave Painting [It was the cats, in the end, that ruined everything. I admit it was my idea, hatched there in the cookie aisle at Sav-Mor, Sara mooning over chocolate Belgian and me wishing she could have anything she wanted. That girl's got a real sweet tooth...]
James Rodgers:
Toothache [The bathroom walls were covered in yellowed half-torn newspapers. He fumbled against the sink and ran his hands under the cold gray wet then shook them dry as he tried to find his face in the remaining pools of mirror between the grime...]
Zac Rodgers:
Celebrating September 11th [Terror, cheap suits, bourbon, billiards, drunken democratic discourse and violent sex... Inside American apathetic youth on the other day that will live on in infamy.]
Ashley E. Underell:
A Child's Eyes [I could see other planets through tiny holes in sandboxes.]
L. D. Brite:
Le' Underground [Excerpt from The City. Revolution song of a touched mind.]
Microfiction
Michael P. McManus:
Homecoming [ He did not think of a trout stream and fish its whole length, but he wondered if God was responsible for the Big Bang or if the Big Bang was responsible for God.]
Peter Schoenau:
The Coup [During the investigation, the long arm of the Interior Ministry would at some point find out that his Peruvian passport was false. ]
Sasha:
Swami and the Mad Painter [There was a time when street urchins foretold futures for royals and bards sold their souls for infamy...]
Jack Galmitz:
The Immigrant [It was not a very welcoming sky for the Fourth of July. It was dull and dank and it looked like it would stay that way throughout the night.]
Joel Eis:
Bitter Spring [He stood for a moment framed between the cars watching his small nearly catatonic town move passed his gaze in seeming slow motion as if he ?alone- was fully standing still.]
Gary Beck:
A Connecticut Summer [I first met Steve when we were seven years old at the Wessex Country Club. It was an outpost of the eastern tennis establishment's snob circuit.]
Michael Woods:
Time To Kill [He had just returned from Phuket having spent ten incident-free days there and resolved to make amends by exposing himself to some excitement if he could find it in Bangkok]
Joel Eis:
Crossings [Bridges over moving water raised up another sensation in her, but connected, like family. She found that she needed something from the force of the water below.]
Tom Conoboy:
White Horses [I see white horses in my dreams, advancing towards me at full tilt, their breath steaming and their nostrils flared, and their eyes have this fixed expression]
Samuel Nathan Owdog:
A Bird Flew in My Eye [-- Held Over for May-- Due to formatting issues in April, this story has been held over for another month. Our apologies to Samuel. We hope that our readers will give his excellent story another read. -the Editors]
Rob Rosen:
Megalomaniac [?What the hell?? I said, as I checked the calendar. ?Not my birthday, not our anniversary, not even Groundhog?s Day. He must be having an affair.?]
Ethersmith:
Dead in the Eye [This was all taking place in front of me. I was probably about thirty feet from her, standing awe struck, staring at her. She didn't know I was there.]
Jennifer Neal:
A Bad Trip [
What I saw could've possibly been nightmare quality. There was Lillian, naked from the waist up slamming a baseball bat into a framed picture of Elvis Presley over and over again.]
Bridgett Gayle:
Fortinbras [Hamlet is a jerk. A grade A male passive-aggressor. He lets Ophelia pine over him, takes her virginity (which she kept just for him), fools her into thinking he loves her, and then dumps her.]
Samuel Nathan Owdog:
The Weatherman [Even when he was young, Lance could write the weather so tomorrow would always be a pleasant day for the quiet town folk of McPezheadville.]
Bruce Mosier:
Essentials [While walking home one afternoon, Roger noticed a brown shoe on a corner. It was a man?s dress shoe, worn enough to be broken in but not so worn as to be a throwaway.]
Jack Galmitz:
Crossing Home [He tried his keys on the front door, but they didn?t work. What?s this? he wondered. What goes on? Then he rang the bell. A stranger?s face leaned out from the window of the house and asked him what he wanted.]
Ethersmith:
Pantheon [ I am the idea that I am a cognizant, self aware idea and that I am both communicating to you and feeding upon you.]
Adam Stauthamer:
Crossing Inca [The crimson creek disappeared and I thought of Halloween, how was it now in New York? I remembered my first week in NYC and the costumes me and my compatriots threw together from piss stained bed sheets found at the Salvation Army.]
Jack Galmitz:
Monkey Moon [He said he had none, but then they grabbed for him and, of course, his hands instinctively flew to what he was protecting and then they knew where the money was hidden.]
Randall DeVallance:
An Ineloquent Response [Roger and Tammy were on the third day of their vacation, which, happened to be the day of their tenth wedding anniversary. Roger rewound the years in his head and found no pleasant memories, or rather, no memories that stood out at all.]
Eric Neyer:
-From The Klaus Files [Yes, I killed Santa Claus! After chasing him over the length and breadth of the world, I had his jolly little habits pretty well documented.]
Nate Holdren:
Fly Away [I blame Bob Mould. And the drugs I guess. Yeah Marcus and me did make some decisions but I?m feeling fragile so I'm not gonna spend too much time thinking about that. There?s this song, I forget all the words, but this dude buys a set of wings...]
Hallie B. Pritts:
Blue-Eyed Story [Upon entering the bar you wouldn't notice him right away. You'd be adjusting to the change of light?it was always dim.]
Jerry Dismukes:
Aphrodisiac [Walking into the bar, she loomed a massive sack of woman, more amorphous than me.]
Zac Rodgers:
Wine Stain on White Blouse [?Some kind of warp bubbles up in the mirror,? she continued. ?And then my face gets distorted...]
Skeeze Whitlow:
Estrella [Nearing the edge of this wild throng, a gaping hole in the night revealed convex arches of glistening teeth.]
Sarah Sage:
Voices [We?re your only friends, Kit. Just think, without us you would have to hear all of the things that people say about you.]
Blipmore Radar:
Franklin and the Mice [Franklin sees her inside, behind sight he sees her, within, where light is imagined he sees her, and remembers her looks and her words, the feel of her moving with him...]
Ashley E. Underell:
Star-Tipped Cowgirls [We laughed so loud and hard that one of us got sent to the bathtub to sleep for the night...]
B. C. Hughes:
We Were Bad for Each Other From the Start [It was like being enamored with some new drug that you know is going to ruin you but you can?t stop doing it until you?ve squeezed it of every last drop of pleasure and hit rock bottom...]
Egan Sterling:
His Days Were Like This: [Each performance was timed and immediately afterwards checked for accuracy. Mistakes were pointed out to him and he pretended to be penitent and sincerely interested in improving.]
Zac Rodgers:
Catnip [ We've all done it at one time or another. Some dumb kid comes up, makes you for some kind of... connection. You sell him a bag of catnip. Hardy har har.]
Zac Rodgers:
Red Scarf Girl [Nathan saw her on the train on the way home from work two days in a row. On the second day he followed her.]
Sasha:
Kapu Nightmare [The transcript of a dream. A conflict between the traditions of our ancestors, personal mysticism, and the taboos of foreign culutres.]
Sasha:
Elextrassy [It was Jimmy first brought the shit around. Now we'd been runnin dope for a while by then. Into the oddballs, ya know, none of that Joe Green shit. I mean yah we smoked and all, but there ain't ever no profit in that. We were upwardly mobile...]
Eric Neyer:
Indian Wars [Mount Rushmore was the beginning of the end for them. Or maybe it was Crazy Horse...]
Sasha:
Zero [Those moments which penetrate the acceptance with which we approach the absurd, the distressing. These occurances give purpose to their own meaninglesness.]
Poetry
D. Garcia-Wahl:
Filmatic [Nothing known at the fade in will be left in the fade out.]
William Doreski:
Bog Cities [Of course they’re eerie, the streets hushed by mud, footprints sinking in the stink of decay. Buildings tilt and sway as the mood shifts. ]
Don Becker:
Who is it who is burning am I [Who is it who is burning am I as if I my head was on fire a Roman candle I blaze and burn]
Lee Ann McKain:
Fallen [What crime is no crime when the clock strikes death]
Mathieu Thiem:
Poetry [vanishing before you arrive a sickly taste in my mouth washing away what was once sweet.]
David McLean:
Four Poems [where hearts had piled words on meaning, semantics staggering under the weight of days (where the junk in our veins was death)]
Michael Constantine McConnell:
Four Poems by Michael Constantine McConnell [A moon in the window mutes our pendulum. I watch light sculpt delicious silhouettes:]
Bryon D. Howell:
THE SPRING GRIEVERS OF BELLA VISTA [They call it - assisted living.]
Ethersmith:
Inside [Booze and lies and nitrous oxide rides through the night in search again for something better than fucking televisional lies.]
James Rodgers:
12 Poems by [I'll take my scars...cut them off...pull some glue from my pocket...and make a collage]
Lady Jay:
Coconut Cream [My sweet, tangy-ness makes me sneeze, I lick my lips, hot salty coconut cream snot dripping from my nose.]
Lee Ann McKain:
Breaking Promises [Under the moon I fell in love And danced the fleshy interweave with God and blood and primal screams]
Kevin Langson:
black man, Japan [When their (venerated) vital fluids turn to the dust of elephant bones will you embrace me still, despite my quills and boycott ivory?]
Ashley E. Underell:
Stars and Windowsills [The room the same, the bed waiting. Swollen and sensitive. Relax. Shh. Cuddle. The night going too fast, the sleep needed. Fantasies of waterfalls and mountains. Sex and love.]
Esteban Martinez:
Blackbirds [Blackbirds on a branch without cause sweeping toward pavement in unison]
Eli Jones:
I sold myself to myself [We are sometimes foes and sometimes friends our faces change and our souls do blend]
Mary C. Smith:
The Restaurant [2 Poems Rushing, thinking, regretting Clinking of glass mugs Ice, soda, straw New guests arrive...]
Allison Burnett:
I'd Come to Earth to Die of It [2 Poems I always thought that when you fled, You?d disappear with everything: Our photographs, our books, your bed, My wallet, the engagement ring. ]
Phillip Duncan:
Anxiety in America [2 Poems Those inner-city prefixes cut Into the snotgreen and red-rose brick Are sometimes quite acrobatic; not a nine now But a butterfly net, not a four anymore, But a white-haired girl avoiding the wet]
Jack Galmitz:
I Was Driving In A Storm [2 Poems In an endless song Between nowhere & home. The wipers didn? t work, The windshield was submerged. Long ago, I had doused The headlights to see in the dark.]
Corey Mesler:
Other Gods [2 poems It was out on the road between Memphis and New Jerusalem that Camel Eros stopped for the hitch-hiker.]
Eli Jones:
The Bird Still Stalks Joy [2 Poems With arms folded stiff the disenchanted souls gather in voids,]
Jack Galmitz:
The Unmistakeable [A grandstand fills, Crowds surge where seabirds Hugged the rail]
Corey Mesler:
Zingy with the Zietgeist [I?ve lived in this century as long as anybody]
Blipmore Radar:
She's a Forlorn Mess [She got in a fight with a cat And the cat scratched her face]
Jerry Dismukes:
Mend [These hands have nails that have been bitten to the quick]
Linda L. Bielowski, Ph.D:
Spirit Echoes [While sleep residue clings to my skin like specks of dirty salt. Torrid air escapes from the pitch-dark oven cavern.]
Sara Langer:
Apocalyptic Visions [Predictions first published at the turn of the millenium. Witness the bone-chilling accuracy some have already shown.]
Nicole Lynskey:
The Truth-Beasts Are Thirsty [The Truths and The Garlic Chicken, Two Poems]
Paul Burmester:
Aria [I dream in dark waters]
Sasha:
Mars Awakens [The lines are strung taught, the archer poised, a war of the world awaits us...]
Doug Tanoury:
Astrophysics Of Missing You [At the center of our galaxy there is a black hole so massive fifteen million of our suns Could fit within it...]
Merricat Ford:
Astorian asteria [Luscious lyrics to excite all the senses from writer, singer, model, actress, speaker of arabic, mother, queen genius of Manhatten]
Wayne A. Gilbert:
The Sum Total of All the World?s Wisdom and Truth is Gravy [This piece is one of many chart poems for improvising @ the next MAGMAPHONIC show (March 7 & 8, 2003) called SCROLL MANEUVERS]
Don Becker:
Burlesque Angst [Another set of poems from the prolific prosthetic prophet- -Spare change? -I'm sorry -No I'm sorry- you got Gucci shoes...']
Wayne A. Gilbert:
Shadow Creatures [This poem was the chart from which the staged version of Shadow Creatures was performed.]
Don Becker:
Gold-Plated Mythic Penis [Two pieces by the Don of Word- ?Children of white millionaires good people- speak with vegan tongue- I name your tribe Shit-does-not-stink-]
Jerry Dismukes:
Narcolepsy [aspirating in conjunction this brilliant organ swallows Paris and spits streets]
Sasha:
Rebuilding Xanadu [Mystic poems and cultural musings on death, sex, and liberty.]
Jerry Dismukes:
Vice and Virtue [to be bound apart, freed and fused, backs turned from approaching clarity...]
Henry Foust:
To a Novice Peach Eater []
serial
Esteban Martinez:
In Memory of Gods and Heroes-- Part 3 - Chapter 1 [I left the shooting range late. I saw a bloody moon, looked almost, really, like it was bleeding, like someone shoved an ice pick in it. The air smelled like hay and cow shit, which makes sense given the location of the range.]
Esteban Martinez:
In Memory of Gods and Heroes-- Part 2- Chapter 8 [?Dad, what?s wrong?? Adam says, his voice sounding all afraid, strained with the knowledge of impending evil. ?We?re, we?re, we?re going to play kick the can.?]
Esteban Martinez:
In Memory of Gods and Heroes-- Part 2- Chapter 7 [When Robin opens the door we find Rochelle curled up in a ball on Adam?s bed crying...]
Esteban Martinez:
In Memory of Gods and Heroes-- Part 2- Chapter 6 [For some reason, Adam?s family always eats cereal for dessert.]
Esteban Martinez:
In Memory of Gods and Heroes-- Part 2- Chapter 5 [I think about punching him. For some reason I?m afraid as hell. I know something bad is going to happen and I don?t want it to.]
Esteban Martinez:
In Memory of Gods and Heroes-- Part 2- Chapter 4 [He?s out of breath and I know that he knows what I know, that for some reason we?re supposed to be here]
Esteban Martinez:
In Memory of Gods and Heroes-- Part 2- Chapter 3 [The rain. It falls everywhere and I?m in that kind of fucked up zone, that out-of-body-experience,]
Esteban Martinez:
In Memory of Gods and Heroes-- Part 2- Chapter 2 [I always had crushes on my girl cousins and felt I belonged to something big whenever I hung out with my boy cousins. I was fourteen years old.]
Esteban Martinez:
In Memory of Gods and Heroes-- Part 2- Chapter 1 [Adam parent?s had never made him do anything and, during the first month of his visit, I would often hear him crying and praying in the bathroom for his god to save him.]
Esteban Martinez:
In Memory of Gods and Heroes-- Part 1 - Chapter 13 [It?s day seven at the range now. I?ve called my boss, the dean of Arts and Humanities, and told him that I had a family emergency]
Esteban Martinez:
In Memory of Gods and Heroes-- Part 1 - Chapter 12 [When my mother cries she usually sounds the way a young child sounds as it begins to realize the cruelties of life]
Esteban Martinez:
In Memory of Gods and Heroes-- Part 1 - Chapter 11 [I?m at this target range -- drinking smoking and shooting -- about nine miles north of Denver.]
Esteban Martinez:
In Memory of Gods and Heroes-- Part 1 - Chapter 10 [I was lying to myself. But not today. Not right now. Right now I sit in my old truck driving to the shooting range. Sober as hell. I want to improve my aim.]
Esteban Martinez:
In Memory of Gods and Heroes-- Part 1 - Chapter 9 [I lied when I asked Adam that rhetorical question: ?Crazy like what?? To myself I lied. Adam knew it. There were a million reasons why I?d fuck up my life.]
Esteban Martinez:
In Memory of Gods and Heroes-- Part 1 - Chapter 8 [My liver hurts like hell. Bile lives in my mouth at this moment. I need sleep. I?m carrying some big ass gun in my man-purse for some reason I don?t understand.]
Esteban Martinez:
In Memory of Gods and Heroes-- Part 1 - Chapter 7 [Although pure and profane life realities coexist and we sometimes don't know the difference between the two, we must remember the unique realities of our lives, beautiful and ugly, because from these we gain meaning and strength.]
Esteban Martinez:
In Memory of Gods and Heroes-- Part 1 - Chapter 6 [Although pure and profane life realities coexist and we sometimes don't know the difference between the two, we must remember the unique realities of our lives, beautiful and ugly, because from these we gain meaning and strength.]
Esteban Martinez:
In Memory of Gods and Heroes-- Part 1 - Chapter 5 [Although pure and profane life realities coexist and we sometimes don't know the difference between the two, we must remember the unique realities of our lives, beautiful and ugly, because from these we gain meaning and strength.]
Esteban Martinez:
In Memory of Gods and Heroes-- Part 1 - Chapter 4 [Although pure and profane life realities coexist and we sometimes don't know the difference between the two, we must remember the unique realities of our lives, beautiful and ugly, because from these we gain meaning and strength.]
Esteban Martinez:
In Memory of Gods and Heroes-- Part 1 - Chapter 3 [Although pure and profane life realities coexist and we sometimes don't know the difference between the two, we must remember the unique realities of our lives, beautiful and ugly, because from these we gain meaning and strength.]
Esteban Martinez:
In Memory of Gods and Heroes-- Part 1 - Chapter 2 [Although pure and profane life realities coexist and we sometimes don't know the difference between the two, we must remember the unique realities of our lives, beautiful and ugly, because from these we gain meaning and strength.]
Esteban Martinez:
In Memory of Gods and Heroes-- Part 1 - Chapter 1 [Although pure and profane life realities coexist and we sometimes don't know the difference between the two, we must remember the unique realities of our lives, beautiful and ugly, because from these we gain meaning and strength.]
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