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Unnecessary Villanelle Rob Thomas
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- Sunday in the City Erika Dreifus
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- The Beach Joshua Levy
- Re: Report to the Council, cc The Huffer Foundation et al. David McGimpsey
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- AND OUR DEAD ARE LINED UP ALL THE WAY INTO THE FUTURE K.V. Skene
- Five things you didn’t know about water Serene Vannoy
- The Multitude Translated by Siobhan Marie Anderson
Author: Emile Verhaeren (Excerpt "La Foule" from "Les visages de la vie", Edmond Deman, 1899)
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- Talking On the Wall Ami Sands Brodoff
- The Cat Translated by Peter McCambridge
Author: Eric Dupont ("Bestiaire", published by Marchand de feuilles, 2008) - When Eyes Yellow Gregory Koop
- Alex Willow Partington
- The Window by the Train Isabelle Schumacher
- The Comeback Translated by Susan Lemprière
Author: Sébastien Roldan ["La remontée", Winner of the 2009 Short Story Contest held by XYZ. La revue de la nouvelle, published in issue no. 99 (fall 2009).]
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Fiction
Coming up short
Matt D. B. Wilcox
I was walking downtown with my lady, it was midday, we had a few drinks in us by that time, and as we were crossing the street, birds chirping and engines revving, this asshole in a black Firebird, overly excited to make a right turn, almost takes off both of our fucking ankles. We flipped him the bird but by the time our fingers were fully extended he was a mile down the road. We went on with our day, grabbing a drink here and there, cautiously crossing street after street. [Read More...]
Fiction
Coming up short
Matt D. B. Wilcox
I was walking downtown with my lady, it was midday, we had a few drinks in us by that time, and as we were crossing the street, birds chirping and engines revving, this asshole in a black Firebird, overly excited to make a right turn, almost takes off both of our fucking ankles. [Read More...]
Poetry
Coming up short
Matt D. B. Wilcox
I was walking downtown with my lady, it was midday, we had a few drinks in us by that time, and as we were crossing the street, birds chirping and engines revving, this asshole in a black Firebird, overly excited to make a right turn, almost takes off both of our fucking ankles. We flipped him the bird but by the time our fingers were fully extended he was a mile down the road. We went on with our day, grabbing a drink here and there, cautiously crossing street after street. [Read More...]
Photography
Coming up short
Matt D. B. Wilcox
I was walking downtown with my lady, it was midday, we had a few drinks in us by that time, and as we were crossing the street, birds chirping and engines revving, this asshole in a black Firebird, overly excited to make a right turn, almost takes off both of our fucking ankles. We flipped him the bird but by the time our fingers were fully extended he was a mile down the road. We went on with our day, grabbing a drink here and there, cautiously crossing street after street. [Read More...]
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