Questions and Answers

Question mark meanders like a curl of smoke ascending heavenward, a supple supplicant, innocent yet insistent, only to cool, drift sideways, bend back under itself– expectant and intrusive its round, ripe belly belies the truth of what it holds– then descending,    a dagger ready to dig in deep * It was a simple question….

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The ghost looks like me

The flame on the candle wick sways The ghost has entered the room and he looks exactly like me when I was a child   by Ashlie Allen Ashlie Allen writes fiction and poetry. Her work has been published in The Jet Fuel, The Screech Owl, The Crab Fat Literary Magazine, The East Coast Literary…

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S. Babin

My Detox Distilled   Life radicalized, into roots.   But fear loomed like a stitched whale song.   Laying in the fetal position wrapped in the arms of solitude, worse than trapped, no bird songs—   under the cover of a static quilt, with imprisoned hushed mind voices beneath and their spun spiraling eyes,  …

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Pigs

After I dropped out of university I spent some time working on my uncle’s farm. My uncle was called Frank and wasn’t much to look at, the whiskey had done that to him, whiskey and heartache. He was getting on now so I chopped wood for the fire and made dinner as best as I…

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Old Dog

The Old Dog finds its legs in the corner. He wants to take me for a walk, but I’m too weak. He knows that better than anyone. He’s been waiting. We found each other the day I sank into my cups and carved up a drifter for sport. Together we buried the corpse underneath a…

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New Brunswick, By Way of Oakland City Center Bart

27 February 2013. She said: Gentlemen, excuse me, gentlemen. Gentlemen. You’re such nice looking gentlemen. Gentlemen. I don’t mean to bother. All I have to give you [rustle of a plastic bag] is this flashlight. Gentlemen. I’m a pastor. I’m Pastor Patricia Smith. This is a high crime area. I was just beat down the…

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