Monthly Archives: July 2012

Mr. Frost (an excerpt from the novella Life After Sleep)

Mr. Frost (an excerpt from Life After Sleep) by Mark R. Brand “This frigging thing.” Frost knew without looking that Mary had gotten blood on the hemocrit analyzer lens again. She started pulling out drawers at the nurse’s station looking … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: JOHN REPP

Photo by Katherine Knupp THE LETTER By John Repp In the letter,              she says she doesn’t want to end              the letter so I’ll never stop reading              this scrap light as ash in the pit              where I’ve sworn for thirty years … Continue reading

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Rolling Stone

Rolling Stone by Steve Davenport Takes a flood to turn a bottom, make hell of the houses on stilts and the ones squat as toads hugging shore dirt. Tree-float and sop’s the least of it. Takes more than a boat … Continue reading

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Review of Destroyer and Preserver by Matthew Rohrer

Review of Destroyer and Preserver by Matthew Rohrer by Letitia Trent I had a professor during my undergraduate years (one those old-fashioned liberal arts professors who believed that intimately knowing Milton’s Satan or Shakespeare’s Lear was a prerequisite for being … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: TERRI KIRBY ERICKSON

DEPRESSION By Terri Kirby Erickson Her knees nearly buckle with the weight of a new star, but oh the sweet relief when one of them falls or when the sun pulls up its rays like rope ladders because light, even … Continue reading

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My mind is a piece of slate in the desert

My mind is a piece of slate in the desert By Hannah Phinney We are driving driving driving through a simplified landscape. The color & texture of ground morphs subtly every fifty miles but always in the distance great swathes … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: JOHN PAUL DAVIS

MYSELF, WITH THE NIGHT ON MY FACE By John Paul Davis For an angel went down at a certain season into the pool, and troubled the water: whosoever then first after the troubling of the water stepped in was made … Continue reading

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