Poetry

Assumption by Joe Farley

who weepsfor the motherwhen the childrenhave gone before?

Issues

April 2010 Issue

INTERVIEWS

An Interview With Noah Cicero by Tim Nogaj An Interview With Christopher Higgs by Andrew Borgstrom An Interview With

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Short Stories

Bad Cheetah by Andy Henion

My mother, in bra and pantyhose, is kicking another man out of her life, only this one we like. His

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Novel Excerpts

The Insurgent by Noah Cicero

An excerpt from Noah Cicero’s novel The Insurgent

I’m sitting with Chang in his bathroom. Chang is in the bathtub

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Interviews

An Interview With Noah Cicero by Tim Nogaj

Noah Cicero talks to Tim Nogaj about his newest novel, The Insurgent.

Tim Nogaj: All of your books have been

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Creative Nonfiction

U-Turn by Lisa Lim

Listen to a podcast of Lisa Lim’s “U-Turn.”

I am not a taxi driver, Nazaret said. I am a famous

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Poetry

Yann Teirsen uses a lot of accordions in his compositions. by Ananda Osel

and sometimes he uses xylophones.and sometimes typewriters.it all depends on Yann Teirsen’s mood, what he is feeling in that moment

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Poetry

Two Poems by Dennis P. Wilken

The Liberal’s Lament

Recently arrested, again,Black ex-con,Was beating his two-year-old stepchildLike,Well, like a step-child; Asked why, he told the copsHe

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Poetry

Maggots at Work by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

At workin my cubiclemaggotsin the files.

There isno rotten smell. Whereare theycoming from?

My co-worker has them too.They fall from

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Poetry

Two Poems by Jay Pabarue

First date

I did a poor job of sewingmy fingers back onafter the lawn mowing accident.

They’re still bloody and

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