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This is sneak preview of a working project about Eddie Slovik, a soldier executed for desertion in World War II, by BL Pawelek.  Enjoy!

 

January 31, 1945.

“It is too cold out there to shoot someone.”
Slovik heard the line from Morrisson and pressed deeper into his jacket, deeper into the corner of the barnhouse, deeper into this corner of the Vosges Mountains.
The military police had lost the keys to his handcuffs, and the metal dug a bit deeper. Blood before the blood.  They searched for a hacksaw to release his hands before walking outside. Nothing yet. There had been a blizzard for two straight days, burying this part of eastern France, stalling all business in the area. Almost stalling this business. There would be no practice. There would only be time for short prayers. Continue Reading »

The linguist at play…

 

Compendium/by Kristina Marie Darling/Cow Heavy Books

Kristina Marie Darling compends. She expouts. She uses palimpsest . She goes back and forth covering you compiling these stories.

In Compendium from Cow Heavy Books (2011), Darling uses simple stated facts throughout her fiction to bring the reader through the tale then feet flat on the ground, running.  Continue Reading »

Poetry Issue # 142

On gray, windy and cold days like this in Los Angeles I think about blowing up buildings, running for president, rescuing all the animals that sit on death row at the local humanitarian purgatory, that some call by their more commonly known misnomers, shelters, and organizing elementary school children for an insurrection (they are the ones most negatively affected in society’s hierarchical web; why aren’t there armies of little kids patrolling the school ground, monitoring the staff, demanding the most up-to-date resources, demanding teachers impart the wisdom of pessimism, the philosophy of skepticism, the art of war). Continue Reading »

 

In our latest issue of creative non-fiction you are invited into the worlds of incorrigible plant clippers, worlds-removed and not-so-distant neighbours, called to witness what it was like living in the echo of NATO bombs falling on Serbia, and to understand the shifting plurality of identity in the digital age.  Each of these stories is as true as any word on a page may be.  Enjoy.

 

Alan Garvey

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Imagine the fragmented pattern that is created when a mirror is flung on a hard floor and shatters int a myriad of fragments. That was the visual metaphor that occurred to me when I read Attributes, a new collection of poems by Belfast-born Michael McAloran. Continue Reading »

gone sane

Christal Rice Cooper

River King Press © 2011

By: Jenny Catlin

“Apparently, most people love watching the same basic thing (actions shows on TV, film, etc), as long as the details are different.” (Andy Warhol) Continue Reading »

Poetry # 141

As the winter vacation shrinks and dies, people will go back to school and still write poetry. For some reason.

The Editors,

Luis Rivas
Henry Ajumeze

Forgiveness
By Ronald Kichurchak Jr.

Shelly cowered in the corner

while the tears rolled down her face.

There was a shiner beneath her eye

and a bruise on her left cheek.

Blood trickled out her nose

as if it was a faucet whose handle

had not been cranked tight enough.

Mark stood near.

He said that he was sorry.

and reached out his hand for her,

but Shelly refused to look at him

and instead she covered her face with her hands.

Tomorrow she will cover it with make-up.

She can forgive him then,

after the bruises are hidden

beneath a fresh coat of concealer.

It will be easier to pretend

that it did not happen.

And once she believes that,

it will be easier to pretend

that it won’t happen again.

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