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CREATION by Gerardo Pacheco Matus


They made me with bones,
white, yellow, brown & dusty bones,
heavy & hollow, broken & shuttered,

they made me with bones
no one has ever claimed,
bones no one will ever bury…

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Raining this morning & the foothills are dusted
with the gray light that comes with bad weather.
Even through the water’s falling sound
the train makes itself heard across the city
like church bells at midnight…

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DEAR MISS GONE by Ben Purkert

I’m hardly alone— like most men, I’ll gaze at anything to avoid looking inward. Like a stream reflects what surrounds but never the face of itself. I mean force, I mean— forget it. Let’s cast ourselves into a pond: a still surface standing forever without a break. Let’s freeze at the tipping point when you […]

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HOW I by Melissa Stein

Stupidly. Like a dog, like drought flood, like a vole the hawk lifts screaming to its first and last panoramic. Each want sired want and I was drowning in it— but kept my head just enough above the choking to choke more. A dog, I said, or rat pressing lever unto death. May we all […]

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New Editors

We’re happy to announce three new additions to our team! We’re excited to have them, and they look forward to reading your work.   K.K. Fox (Assistant Fiction Editor) received her MFA from the University of Memphis. While in Memphis, she served as managing editor for the literary journal River City, now called The Pinch. […]

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FIVE STORIES by Karen Brennan


A man told me there was nothing he would rather keep noticing—and he pointed to the spaces between palm fronds, chinks of turquoise and a few clouds. Just now, into this recollection, wanders an egg on a green dish.

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ARTWORK by Judith Brassard Brown

Heroism ◄ Back Next ► Picture 1 of 8   Back to Issue 9 www.judithbrassardbrown.com

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The 1970’s were full of firsts for many people. Richard Nixon became the first president to resign from office. Raul Castro became the first Latino to hold the office of Governor in the great State of Arizona. My mother, Anita Ortiz, became the first in her proud, Hispanic family to marry an Anglo. Thomas Gordon, my father, became the first in his Anglo family to marry a divorced, single mother of non-European descent, although they were fond of describing her as “Spanish.”

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LAMBING by George Kalamaras

Time was too long each winter. Each spring
death clung to our tongue. Just below
it milled failure and success: lambing seasons
that arrived to survive, the job
that finally paid, the art of making love
even when we felt less than whole…

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THREE POEMS by Caroline M. Mar

it lay there, flopping, fish-out-of-water
and my heart trembled on the curb
the usual fisherman’s talesa woman onlooker upset,

that’s animal cruelty
flapping in air, fingers hooked
to its spiracles as its mouth gaped and shut

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TWO POEMS by Brian Tierney


The letters in the cabinet I carved for a girl who gave me the sea
in bits glass bits frosted white near the vase under shadows that lifted
from the portrait each evening at five sometimes seven by the East-
facing window swaddled baby oil painting one eye peeled white like a blister…

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Salt heavy—my oxen skin overrun & ringing
Sunday plum—bodies whetted & sold in the East—
fruits without flowers—the winter prostitute
steel plowed—tender how she glows
as the ocean would have me losing ear & piece—
passage through veil—each tooth in place for feast…

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