Monthly Archives: August 2012

American Cliché

American Cliché by Seth Michelson His body skinny but for the horns of cancer bulging from his chest like thorns jutting from the trunk of this older man, a lifelong rose- lover. So he waters and whispers to them each … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: KILIAN MCDONNELL

ON HEARING THINGS MALE By Kilian McDonnell In the beginning when God created the heavens and the earth . . . a wind from God swept over the face of the waters . . . Then God said, “Let there … Continue reading

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Fakecrack Nation

Fakecrack Nation by Billee Sharp I’m not going to apologize for revisiting Facebook in my ruminations this time around. Why should I? Every week there are a slew of articles published  which touch on the social networking phenomenon, I read … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: ANYA SILVER, PART DEUX

STRAWBERRIES IN SNOW By Anya Silver Belief comes too easily to the ill. Miracles fall from their lips like gems, are worn like secret amulets. A woman, I’m told, brushed her steps of snow and found the very thing she … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: ANYA SILVER

FRENCH TOAST By Anya Silver Pain perdu: lost bread. Thick slices sunk in milk, fringed with crisp lace of browned egg and scattered sugar. Like spongiest challah, dipped in foaming cream and frothy egg, richness drenching every yeasted crevice and … Continue reading

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Snakelocks und die “Sex-Granny”

What’s in a name? Evidently quite a lot if current marketing trends are indicative of success. Some names are labored over others just slip out intuitively. Jack Dorsey, who thought up Twitter now brings us Square – the innovation that … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: ERIN LYNDAL MARTIN

AT BUCKFAST ABBEY: AFTER THE BEE BURNINGS By Erin Lyndal Martin I know they were here. Their vertigo twists around the wind.      It is my sickness too. I play blind, smooth over tree trunks with my palms. I smell the soot … Continue reading

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