January 2020 | visual art
Jade King
Dave Sims
Dave Sims retired from thirty years of teaching writing and literature in the trenches of higher education to dwell and create in the endless mountains of central Pennsylvania. His digital art and comix now appear in numerous print and online publications, including Arkana, Stonecoast, Burningword, New Southern Fugitives, Nashville Review, RiversEdge, Chaleur, High Shelf, Toho Journal and the Raw Art Review, where he is a featured artist. In July of 2019, his piece “Worship” appeared in the Fusion Art Gallery’s “Lines, Shapes and Objects” juried online exhibit, and three of his works will appear in the Still Point Arts Gallery “Phenomenal Woman” exhibit that opens in December. Look for more of his art on Instagram at tincansims.
January 2020 | poetry
—musty smell
a ball of bloody underpants
under her bed
cigarette butts in a jam jar
a half empty bottle of gin
wrapped in an old wool sweater
two tins of spearmint Tic Tacs
the pearl earrings my mother
lost last week
a DO NOT READ UNDER PENALTY
OF DEATH diary
rows of Leslie Richards
followed by rows of Leslie Fisher
& rows of Leslie Pearson
in slanted pink script
a dog-eared copy of Peyton Place
untie the top of your bathing suit
a condom curled in her wallet
I tiptoe away from tomorrow—
Claire Scott
Claire Scott is an award winning poet who has received multiple Pushcart Prize nominations. Her work has been accepted by the Atlanta Review, Bellevue Literary Review, New Ohio Review, Enizagam and Healing Muse among others. Claire is the author of Waiting to be Called and Until I Couldn’t. She is the co-author of Unfolding in Light: A Sisters’ Journey in Photography and Poetry.
January 2020 | poetry
The only way is through.
At the moment it seems impossible:
No thoroughfare.
I mean how do you trust yourself?
And your neurotransmitters?
And that’s just one of many
Things to worry about.
Why wake up in the morning?
There must be something that makes it worthwhile.
There must be something
To fix or shrink.
I’ve never seen one
That didn’t make me worse.
And there’s something to drink
On the top shelf.
“Not the cause, just the symptoms.”
You want to know about my mother?
I’ll tell you about my mother.
[Violence ensues,]
And watch out
For charged particles.
They can be very aggressive.
This page is intentionally left blank,
And the one behind it
Is unintelligible.
Ian Ganassi
Ian Ganassi’s work has appeared or will appear in numerous literary magazines, including, New American Writing; The American Journal of Poetry; First Literary Review-East; Clockwise Cat; and The Yale Review; among many others. His poetry collection Mean Numbers was published in 2016. His new collection, True for the Moment, is forthcoming from MadHat Press. Selections from an ongoing collaboration with a painter can be found at www.thecorpses.com.
