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Spring 2009

Hotel IV
by Brian Booker

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Sweet Sixteen By The Editors

The new website has been launched and the new anthology is out. It is wonderful to be able to hear from you, our readers, through the new comments sections[…]

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The Pedagogy of Decoration By Rachel Toliver

My greatest challenge as a Seventh-Grade English teacher in “inner-city” Brooklyn was to gain firm control — not of my classroom — but of a pair of scissors. In the three years I spent in the public school system, I was an interior decorator- a sort of pedagogical Martha Stewart — almost as much as […]

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All Aboard — or Maybe Not By Lynne Sharon Schwartz

The thought of traveling always fills me with dread.  I approach any major trip, no matter how delightful it promises to be, wondering, How will I cope?  What will become of me?  There are many ways to deal with travel anxiety — the best of which, in my view, is to stay home.  Until last […]

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A Small Rectangular Dredge By Renée Bacher

“Some snails, like Janthina, float all their lives at the surface of the ocean and are wafted about by the wind.”

Nina says, “Jack, stop reading out loud, get the seashells out of the hall and let’s get moving. I have to be on time for my interview.”

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Book of Cakes By Karen Ackland

When asked why she’d never married, Michele replied that she was waiting for her mother to bake her wedding cake. Then she explained her mother had died almost fifteen years before. No one asked twice.

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Elsie and the Ladder By Abraham Schneider

The first night I met Elsie I had just finished an evening of summertime carousing. It was high June, with ghosts of warm air floating outside. I returned to my bedroom in my apartment with an unopened bottle of beer. The condensation had turned to droplets, and they slid down the sides and made the label soggy.

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Whu Rllaey Worte Bradbury: A Coqiluloum By Terry Hertzler

Winner, 2008 Literal Latte Short Short Contest.
Fleolw hisortnais & sekrees ov tutrh, wocelme tu the beuiftaul becheas ov Devenr on the Ilse ov Coralodo! Snice tihs coqiluloum iz metineg tu dicusss mteatrs ov sifancgniice tu ar cunontiing msisoin ov hisortcail rveceroy[…]

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These Hundred Trills By Rachel May

Winner, 2008 Literal Latte Short Short Contest.
The wrong road, I had to drive three hours north, through nothing: flat land, no trees, ripples of air against the pavement, toward the horizon, where there was more of nothing. Only the slightest arch to the land, anywhere. No cars. No trees.

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A.D. By Brian Yansky

One day it wasn’t there. I woke to the dark, the same dark that had blanketed my room when I’d gone to bed. The clock said eleven. I opened the blinds and looked out over my black back yard, and it was, as in the late night, formless, the trees at the far edge hulking, indistinct shapes[…]

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Living Remains By Dennis Mahoney

The earliest memory I have of my mother, she’s digging a hole in the back yard. It’s raining and the ground is all black mud. A clump of sod is stuck to her calf, and after a while she puts the shovel down and digs with her hands[…]

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3 Fascicles By Suzanne Heyd

First Prize, 2008 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
Curls drench & I can but wonder is she drowning & is there any once
upon a time.
The river’s looking glass glints ruthlessly northward & there’s tensile strength to the locks.
Postpone your departure love, this may be a miracle in the offing.

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On the Set By JoAnne Preiser

Second Prize 2008 Latte Poetry Awards
They’re making a movie
at the old state mental institution;
they’re making it look
like it’s 1954[…]

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Polygamy By Bruce Pratt

Play takes place in a kitchen where a couple, about forty-five, are finishing breakfast. A door on stage left. Rita, a brunette, wears a knee length terry cloth robe. Henry, balding, sweatpants and a T-shirt[…]

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