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Winter 2017

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Essays

Sicily: My Enigma By Maria Terrone

I could begin this journey on black pavement of volcanic lava, destruction/construction as Sicilian metaphor embodied in a town whose name I don’t recall. Or nearly knocked backwards by the sight of Greek temples shining in spring sun on a poppy-studded hillside…

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The New Couple in 5A By Rebecca McClanahan

Every afternoon at 4:00, while Donald was still at work, I’d give up on my writing, walk to the living room, and wait for the music. Soon, behind the wall that divided our apartment from Apartment 5B, it began…

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Fiction

Nine Diets By Michele Ruby

Winner, 2017 Literal Latte Short Short Contest.
Sandi liked math. When her grandmother suggested that high school might be easier if she’d lose a little weight, Sandi began counting calories. She worked out that she could have an ice cream soda if she skipped breakfast and lunch….

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Condolence By Michele Ruby

Winner, 2017 Literal Latte Short Short Contest.
The family of Jack Shane
wishes to thank you
for your kindness and sympathy
at this difficult time.

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Out of Order By Jennifer Perrine

First Prize, 2017 Literal Latte Fiction Award.
When Toby finished living his life for the second time, he was met with a blinding light. Had he known that this was the end, that he was waking now, reentering the world, he might have assumed the light was heaven, or death…

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Nothing to Declare By Edward Hamlin

Second Prize, 2017 Literal Latte Fiction Award.
The old farm pond lay just beyond the electric gate with its invisible eye and whispering hydraulics. “Stop,” said Perry from the rear seat, “I need a moment here.” […]

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The Dark By Lauren Lynn Matheny

Third Prize, 2017 Literal Latte Fiction Award.
My brother slept with his backpack on. Every night, before he got in bed, he would follow my orders like a grunt at boot camp: pajamas on, teeth brushed, hair combed, face washed. I’d call him away from whatever he was reading (that year, it was always something about bugs; huge encyclopedic collections with pictures of larvae….

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Poetry

Francis Glessner Lee By Faith Shearin

She loved miniatures: made tiny replicas of rooms
that captured her imagination, recreated
the stiff chairs, the oil paintings of angels,
a pair of wire-rimmed glasses on a bedside table….

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The Singing By Faith Shearin

The cottage had been built by my great grandfather
who sat alone, in the shade, dressed in work boots
and overalls…

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In the Era of Biological Annihilation By Dante Di Stefano

Third Prize, 2017 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
Pen the giraffe inside the zoo of your poems.
Bury your poems in the mouth of a tree frog….

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The Making of Men in the American Wild By Heather Altfeld

Second Prize, 2017 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
You see it everywhere, in snippets and batches,
at the grocery store, in the bleachers during Little League,
but this morning it is as though I have been called to witness
the ritual of a remote tribe….

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Solastalgia By Heather Altfeld

Second Prize, 2017 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
This place can break your heart says Phil Levine,
describing the soft light of eucalypti, the barking quail,

the overbearing odor of orange blossoms
at his home in California….

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Food Haiku By Joan Harris

Winner, 2017 Literal Latte Food Verse Contest.
Boiling water poured
over fresh ground coffee beans…

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The Other Mutants By Buckley & Ott

The bottom of Jacinto’s feet could suck up
the carpet lint, hinting at a career in janitorial
services, the promised spot at Xavier’s School

for Gifted Youngsters swapped for a space at
Ignatius’ Academy for the Otherwise Talented…

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The End of Mythology By John Sibley Williams

First Prize, 2017 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
We didn’t know enough to be afraid
of ifs & buts & what some men do
at night out of boredom or under the
banners of their gods…

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Places We Visit Once, & Never Again By John Sibley Williams

First Prize, 2017 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
Not the whole house, just the bed-
room where a dead boy still has not
quite died. Humming from posters…

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What My Mother Meant to Say That Night By John Sibley Williams

First Prize, 2017 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
Because men do what they want to
do, & the night just keeps skimming
quarters from the till…

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