Summer 2010

• Fiction

  • Our Golden State

    Fiction By Fred Setterberg

    Dad towered above, hands on his hips, sunlight filtering through a cross-hatch of sycamore branches, his smooth, pink scalp illuminated and glistening with sweat.

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  • The Edge

    Fiction By José Skinner

    Osvaldo and his homies’ favorite party spot was a place they called The Edge, on the rim of the Río Grande Gorge.

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  • Remains From the Winking Place

    Fiction By Lisa Friedlander

    My body didn’t care that I had known he would die. My body planned to relive that moment often in the months to follow. My body had a memory that wouldn’t quit.

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  • Kings

    Fiction By Karima Grant

    Edward often searched for himself in Houraye’s hands. Soft, nut brown hands he marveled at,

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  • The Dead Garden

    Fiction By Sybil Wilen

    “If it rains in the dead garden, will the dead people drown?”

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  • The Tomato Farm

    Fiction By N. J. Ayers

    Gnats clustered in noiseless aureoles about Jeannie’s father’s head as he dipped water from the barrel on the back of the flatbed truck and drank it in a tin cup.

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  • Ice

    Fiction By Michael Miner

    Where to begin? How about right now?

    The Silk City Police Department. I am waiting in the police station in an interrogation room for my father to show up.

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• Poetry

  • Contrition

    Poetry By Emily Van Duyne

    Forgive my fat mouth! Topsy-

    turvy glutton.

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  • I’m Sorry, Will Roby, or: Why I’m Not a Language Poet

    Poetry By Emily Van Duyne

    Will, I wither straight

    to you, from Atlantic City’s glitz, whatever sin

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  • Self-Invention, or, Torch Song for a One-Night Stand

    Poetry By Emily Van Duyne

    I wish I was an anti-type, but, I’m dull, I’m over

    hyped. Today,

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  • 3rd House Down From The Corner Behind The Red Door

    Poetry By Andrea Walls

    Who would miss it if it wasn’t gone?

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  • Poem for Two Dogs, Hanged in Salem, 1692

    Poetry By Lesléa Newman

    Did they hang

    their heads

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  • The Knifemaker

    Poetry By Melanie Drane

    I was born in a city of blademakers,

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  • The Year of the Snake

    Poetry By Melanie Drane

    The shimenawa, sacred rope, hangs

    from the shrine gate,

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  • Rewind

    Poetry By Deborah DeNicola

    The walls of the two towers pick up their plaster and dust sucking upwards into blue.

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  • Mother Update, for My Brothers

    Poetry By Deborah DeNicola

    She knows who I am. She even knows when I wonder

    if she knows

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• Nonfiction

  • Meeting Karter

    Nonfiction By Jean Trounstine

    First, I remember his hand. Warm — like blood, like loss.

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  • Perspectives

    Nonfiction By DeWitt Henry

    I know that there is a wholeness to the landscape in which I live. I know this as common sense, as experience, and by documentation and report.

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  • Stealing

    Nonfiction By Michele Cacho-Negrete

    The day I decided to again steal food I instituted three simple rules: Steal only essentials, only from big chains, never brag.

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• Photography

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