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Fall 2016 Issue

Requiem For All The Words That Didn’t Make It Into Tweets By Laura S. Distelheim

First Prize, 2015 Literal Latte Essay Award.
A gap year, he calls it because he’s learned to speak in tweets. So a gap year he says, at gatherings of his family and at reunions with his friends, and at the job interviews he’s been spending his days going on lately, where I envision bald and bespectacled men and staccato-speaking women sitting across their desks from him…

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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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Truth Be Told By Tammy McKillip

Third Prize, 2015 Literal Latte Essay Award.
There is an old Yiddish proverb: A half-truth is a whole lie. My kids have never asked how my father died or how their dad’s father died (the same way, when my husband was 12). I have not told them and have no idea what I’ll say when the time comes, but it will probably be a lie….

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Winter 2016 Issue

Out of the Blue By Colin Brezicki

Second Prize, 2015 Literal Latte Fiction Award.
I learned of the mortal health risks in reading Shakespeare from my star pupil, Henry Sprague III. You could say Henry made an impact, though the irony might offend. It doesn’t take much to offend these days, and nothing does it like the truth…

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Beneath By Jessica Hutter

Winner, 2015 Literal Latte Short Short Contest.
Night.
Homecoming starts after sunset.
The crowd spills in from the three directions: East lot, North lot, and Weir lot — the one named after the teacher who died the year before we came….

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For Crows and Old Men By Denise DiMarzio

Winner, 2015 Literal Latte Food Verse Contest.
The same cloth has lain for years over the table in the kitchen
where he sits in a white T-shirt, his chin greasy from gnawing
the chicken crooked in the hollow between finger and thumb, bones
piled on a tin pie plate…

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It’s Getting Late for Brussels Sprouts By Denise DiMarzio

Winner, 2015 Literal Latte Food Verse Contest.
Glorious for weeks now, pale leaves shining green,
and at last the smallest of sprouts appearing —
sitting tight like tiny Buddhas on the stalks…

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There Are Things Which Need Fixing By Elisa Díaz Castelo

Second Prize, 2015 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
The old man’s hunch, the broken rib,
the lingering cough, the arm in a cast,
the ingrown toenail.
There are things that need fixing!

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Ode to the Radiator By Elisa Díaz Castelo

Second Prize, 2015 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
Called back
from sleep
and stilled,
I hear you…

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In Defense of Goldie Locks By Jeanne Wagner

Third Prize, 2015 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
The social worker says She’s not quite a sociopath, though she does have a problem with boundaries. I say she’s only a child, young enough to play house,..

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