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in houses of stolen bones

in houses of stolen bones Peach Delphine __________ what remains what lives within our wordsours alone                   progress incremental visibility necessity we are not coin in your currency salt bartered flesh expendable bitches voices unfiltered rolling off Gulf                                                   tangle lightning  wash your greens in three watersfor luck                stem tear wash again progress        incremental clear onions bacon…

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Replacement

Replacement Mia Bonds and Alexandria Knight, Editorial Assistants __________ The thing sleeping next to me is not my husband. It looks just like him. The same black [18 across] [3 down] with grey, the same moles forming [6 across] on its face. It sounds like him too, mostly. Voice low…

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A Bird Taking a Shit Like a Dog

A Bird Taking a Shit Like a Dog Ben Belcher __________ __________ Ben Belcher is an illustrator, multimedia artist, and string band musician. He is primarily self-taught across all areas. He began pursuing pen and ink illustration and 5-string banjo around 2002. He is a member of two long-running, internationally…

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Good Friday and People Are at Their Telescopes

Good Friday Julia Johnson __________ Today even crueler than yesterday, you in your suit, tucked in, great and holy Friday. I keep you in the book I do not hold. The brave clouds roll in. Maybe you were meant to balance a glass on your head in my dream. Maybe…

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From Inside Hollow Walls

From Inside Hollow Walls Melanie Whithaus __________ When we were young, my husband witnessed his friend die. It happened during the summer, right before the midwestern heat got too unbearably hot. I never knew this friend, except for that she loved pink and butterflies, as most seven-year-old girls do. I…

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Midsummer, Again

Midsummer, Again Lee Upton __________ It was that day again, the day when he’d have to terrify the actors. Actors! These particular actors weren’t even legitimate actors. They had no training, no technique.  Puck couldn’t help sneering. He sneered every time the actors came out to rehearse in the woods.…

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Machine Gun Secrets

Machine Gun Secrets Meg Tuite __________ Flee the folk who hunt us. It is endurance, hopping over deranged legacies and lack of fantasy to keep hidden within the tall, wet grass of expression. We examine the space before us. Spend more time at this then sleep. Privy to all songbirds,…

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The great masters, meditators and mystics

The great masters, meditators and mystics John Sharkey __________ __________ John Sharkey’s career path has taken him through scenic and decorative painting, all the time writing poems, puppet plays and short fiction which he is finally gathering to polish and publish. Recent Flash Fiction can be seen in Eunoia Review…

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Cycle

Cycle Susan Tepper __________ Meditations on dear Petrov Set in 19th Century Russia during a time of war There is no beginning or end.   Springtime grasses brown quickly only to be buried under snow.  An avalanche.  This cycle, dear Petrov.  Having no one.  How I do dread.  Wishing to…

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Tossed-in-a-Chair!

Tossed-in-a-Chair! Caleb Tankersley __________ Modern science is confirming more than ever what the ancients have always known: all the wheels and magnets and complex motors in the world can’t compete with the human body, a machine honed through millions of years of evolution. So, why not harness the body’s power…

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