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Spring 2017 Issue

By Lia Woodall

First Prize, 2016 Literal Latte Essay Award.
ellipsis (iˈlɪp.sɪs)
n, pl -ses (-si:z)
A series of dots, typically three, that usually indicates an intentional omission of a word, sentence or whole section from a text without altering its original meaning…

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Seabright By Catherine French

First Prize, 2016 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
The stink of human garbage persists
almost all the way to ocean
past the empties in bags left
where they were finished….

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Smoke By Catherine French

First Prize, 2016 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
Frank Gorshen – now he could smoke.
He would inhale the universe,
transfer it from thin air into his upper body
and let it sear through….

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Orientation By Helen Carey

Third Prize, 2016 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
When my father was twelve
he visited his sister at college,
sat in on art history classes
and ate with the underclassmen,
watched the way older kids moved
through that well-manicured world…

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Unfinished By Helen Carey

Third Prize, 2016 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
A fascination with the blank spaces
keeps this city still — the quick
inhale of dawn, the white
between your words —

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Chameleons By Curtis Vandonkelaar

Winner, 2016 Literal Latte Short Short Contest.
Michael’s afraid the TV will blow up again. Two others have burst right here in this living room. He pads his fingers against the TV’s black face. He loves the television. When he pulls his fingertips from the screen, they’re gray, powdered in fine dust….

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Fall 2016 Issue

My Little Cuckoos By Christopher Allen

Third Prize, 2016 Literal Latte Fiction Award.
I told her. Dozens of times. The Big House, as we called it, was a mountain of clutter — too much for a widow with vertigo. A few years ago Dad ended in a heap at the bottom of the staircase. Mom, serving lunch at the mission, didn’t find his body for hours….

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Home By Julia Salinger

First Prize, 2016 Literal Latte Fiction Award.
“Anna,” my lover says, “Why do you never talk about your family?” I am curled around her back. The delicate bones of her shoulder blades make indentations in my breasts. Her voice is clouded by sleep and blurring around the edges….

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stormy weather By Aletha Irby

Winner, 2016 Literal Latte Food Verse Contest.
when greymalkin fisticuffs
and his sidekick
gherkin fiddlesticks
flanked by kinktail
the celtic-knot-tailed tomcat
minnie the moocher….

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The Mysterious Crotch-Grabbing Handshake: Hard Lessons in Vietnam By Angela Smith Kirkman

Second Prize, 2015 Literal Latte Essay Award.
That’s it. I’m done with these useless Vietnam guidebooks. The very next smoldering cauldron of incense we pass, I’m chucking all of them in. Not one makes any mention of the disturbing crotch-grabbing ritual into which all three of my children have been indoctrinated….

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