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#38

LB Sedlacek
Light Bulb Heat

Under yellow lights
Or sometimes white
Arguably brighter at night
Or on cloudy days
Beneath the blue mountains
Inside the valley. (more…)

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Presenting: Lyn Lifshin

COVE POINT

Some afternoons, in a certain
mood, there’s a word, a name
I have to remember. Some
times its for no reason: the
twins I never could remember
till I thought of cameras in the
attic: Garret and Cameron.
Yesterday it was the ramshackle
casino, it’s name over the lake
where, for the first time, in
white shorts and tan legs, my
heart banged: would I be
asked to dance? And what of
“The Mocking Bird” with its
kiss her in the center if you
dare. You have to remember,
I was the plump girl with
glasses of course I didn’t wear
those nights so a lot blurred.
I was the girl who won science
contests and art awards. To have
boys who didn’t know I was
brainy, ask will I… was like
heroin. “Ramshackle Pavilion”
in a lost student’s poem sent me
to Google, to Lake Dunmore,
Branbury Beach: nothing. I knew
it burned down as if it never had
been there. Chimney Point? No.
With so many of my friends
going, the name of this dance hall
where I first felt pretty is a comfort
I’m starved for. I e mail Vt tourist
sites, history sites with little
hope until in a warm tub I think:
diary, the little red one with a
lock that never worked there
near the bed. I turn to Augusts
and there it was with seven
exclamation points and what I’d
been hunting for in so many
ways: Cove Point

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#37

Graham Burchell
THE SOUND OF A SEASIDE

If I separate out some words
from my small town, I will maybe
reveal its spirit, in part at least,
enough that satisfied, I may lodge
amongst its sounds. (more…)

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Presenting: David McLean

Stockholm

Stockholm feels sleepy today
for the morning throws
a cloak of sorrow and clouds
over our night (more…)

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#36

Jim Murdoch
AS IS

This is a
used poem.
It is in
good condition,
is complete and
undamaged. (more…)

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Richard Nesberg
My Case For Flash Fiction

Modernity is a machine that continually reinvents its engine and fuel. The latest engine is of course the internet and the fuel is the technology used to interact with it. Ten years ago e-mail dominated online communication, then while still drivable that clunky Model-T took the rear as instant messaging offered a swifter, leaner way to talk with people. A few years later the advent of social networking, or Web 2.0, created virtual hangouts for internet users, replacing earlier models not entirely but significantly, and currently with the growing popularity of micro-blogging sites like Twitter and Pownce. It seem as though people engaging in online communication are test driving a Prius compared to the Model-Ts of yore. This condensation is a natural progression and in a unique way it seems directly related to the real topic at hand, flash-fiction, but first more on how tech is changing lives. (more…)

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Presenting: Doug Holder

Sig Klein Fat Man’s Shop

The sign
a flashing
fat man
clad only
in expansive
underwear
loomed outside
a rooming house window
like a shut-in’s
desperate move
of self-exposure.
Comforting us
with the notion
that there is indeed
“A fit for any-sized man”
just look
what’s underneath.

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