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Archive for April, 2014

Saint Max

Sunday, April 13th, 2014

by Aaron Polson

Max is seven and his father, thirty years older, digs a hole in the backyard each night.

Seven is a perfect age for Max—a good age between too young and old enough.  He still fears monsters, but the monsters hide inside real people, like his father.… Keep reading...

Ghost Dancing

Sunday, April 13th, 2014

by Robert Lowell Russell

The girl’s hand was cool in mine, her hair long and dark, her doeskin dress as white as her smile.

“Ten beats and it’s done,” she said.

WHUM!

Tears trickled in the crags of the old man’s skin.… Keep reading...

Garden Variety

Sunday, April 13th, 2014

by Jarod K. Anderson

The garden was beautiful. The garden was a massacre.

Ally sat with her back against the sun-warmed cedar siding of the tool shed, tucked in between the snapdragons and the bleeding hearts. The mulch underneath her had been flattened by countless long afternoons of sitting and watching.… Keep reading...

Under a Viridian Sky

Sunday, April 13th, 2014

by Robin Wyatt Dunn

Under a viridian sky the muscle moves and the snake curls, and the liquid hill is swerving to meet the slither of the snake, over the city where they dwell, the tattoo people, inside the harem of the night, one where neither women nor men are kept, but dreams are.… Keep reading...

Packaging

Saturday, April 12th, 2014

by Rhonda Eikamp

Gerry lives at the bottom of a bottle, tipped on its side so he has plenty of floor space. The bottle used to contain vodka and when sunlight peels and flakes across the vacant lot and catches the glass, which is about two minutes a day because of the adjacent buildings, Gerry walks around inside the words Absolut Ruby Red, complete with said color, and it’s like he’s in a church, every letter a medieval masterwork of window art, the Saints of the Font shining down on him.… Keep reading...

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