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SOUR CREAM, FIFTY-CENTS EXTRA

SOUR CREAM, FIFTY-CENTS EXTRA by Paul Turner She put her hands delicately on the other waitresses’ hips, when squeezing by her from behind. It looked as though she was being careful to not let her pinkies touch—keeping them a slightly raised above the rest of their fingers, hovering over the convex curve of the young woman’s hips. Her arms moved fluidly, like a dan ›

“dream; Imploding Star” - Part IV

Chronicles of Detective Siempre by T. Clarence Detective Candy Siempre made his way slowly down the street with his derby in hand, and his jacket draped over an arm. His long sleeve white shirt clung to him in several sweaty places and bore the marks of several football strikes. Before the semi-collapse of a game with the local boys, he had been referee ›

Paper Dolls by Sierra DeMulder

Paper Dolls by Sierra DeMulder We are taught from the moment we leave our pink nurseries: we are collapsible paper dolls. Light to hold, easier to crumple. That as women, our worth lives secretly wrapped in lace and cotton panties, our fragility armored in pepper spray and mace. They say one in ten, one in six, one in three women will be raped or sexually abused i ›

“dream; Imploding Star” - Part III

Chronicles of Detective Siempre by T. Clarence “What do you mean you didn’t last five minutes in his dream?” Detective Candy Siempre stroked the part of his neck where the dreamt-up paratrooper had started to tighten his cable. He couldn’t decide if he cared too much for the well being of the local football team, the Cascadian ‘Copias, or if C ›

Chronicles of Detective Siempre "dream; Imploding Star" - Part II

Chronicles of Detective Siempre “dream; Imploding Star” - Part II by T. Clarence “The problem as I see it is that he isn´t a team player.” Coach Wandreson, ‘The Wonder’ of the Cascadian ´Copias sat across the desk from Detective Candy Siempre. His new power forward, Mario Xander, sat silently be ›

Chronicles of Detective Siempre "dream"

“dream; Imploding Star” - Part I Chronicles of Detective Siempre by T. Clarence Detective Candy Siempre sat in his office looking over the sports section of the Royal Cascadian newspaper. For the moment he stared at the photo of Mario Xander and read, then re-read, the caption ¨Number 10 suspended for two games for participating.¨ In the photo Xan ›

Poetry May 31st, 2011

For Many Reasons I Would Hear Your Voice, For One Would I You Heard Mine by: Jonathan Swerdlick There is a desert was a sea and the green sea where a waste was. Transformations ecumenical, unnumbered, change restless and nameless we in our lives cipher sand and water Transmutations our word—the perished synapse risen on the voice. The thought cast in ink pe ›

Poetry: Mind-less by Amy Edinger

Mind-less by Amy Edinger So, I was gliding down the blue-gray granite streets with cracks in concrete sidewalks, side-walking, with graffiti tattooed on the insides of my arms, watching night drip into sky, watching sky drip into puddles of sleet, hoping for something to eat, drink, a good night’s sleep, when I stumbled over an alley-way man with big-smil ›

Poetry - May 17th, 2011

Too Many Disasters (As The Waters Rise) I saw you watching Brother Ray out of the corner of your eye At midnight I heard you go to comfort him and no, I didn’t mind But when you struggle back to me I’ll pay a price for being so blind And when heaven comes like a surging wave I might not go along for the ride. And if I awake and ask where I’ve been please make up ›

A Response to An Amazing Disgrace

by Bryan Smith Do not be alarmed, but see your alarm. Do not be broken, but see your pain. Do not be ravaged, but know your fatigue. Note the present conditions, And observe how they pass away from you. Breathe. We have created an enemy which was once our friend. We rode on it's back and shouted, “manifest destiny!” The God of old could not a ›

Amazing Disgrace

Amazing Disgrace by KILER DAVENPORT Broken, stripped, ravaged, enraged We stand at the end of the line Waiting for the crumbs of corporate greed To fall down upon us Sold out to the man, the machine The ruling class faceless monster With arms that reach around the globe Devouring, subjugating, raping the land And all that stands upon it Masters of control Demons of deceit Wolves in sheep’s clothing ›

A visit to Blaine

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A visit to Blaine

By Jack Cernak jackcernak@aol.com During the 1960’s and early 1970’s, the Haight-Ashbury was a chaotic place. After someone came into the print shop una ›

I can’t dance by: Sean

“I want to dance with her.” That’s what I thought, seeing her standing there under a stop sign in the rain. Yet I feel dancing may be far to intimate an action than would ever be reasonable, as it is. To have her so close, presenting our own vulnerability so directly, her arm on my shoulder and mind on her side, with our other hands comfortably tangled together, pul ›

Endless Quest by: Kiler Davenport

We have set ourselves adrift in a mindless sea of self realization. A endless quest to answer unanswerable questions. Our unquenchable desire for clarification and position has left us empty and void. We cling to myth and superstition as a baby clings to a bottle hoping that something will come out and satisfy our never-ending thirst. Never at ease just to be. To sil ›

Real Feminism by: Zachery Roland

I have been criticized in my life for taking the internal perspective. Swimming in a sea of unfinished thoughts that never get the chance to drip from my tongue and fling themselves into reality. But recently, I have found my voice. I have entered the world of the opinionated. I have begun to raise my voice to the heavens and spout rhetoric that not a single soul listens ›