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Song for Lard by Susan Elbe

02 May 2017, Posted by Editor in Poetry

SONG FOR LARD I sing for pig fat, for leaf lard, fatback, caul fat, for the small white icebergs my grandmother dropped into a black iron skillet she never washed, only swiped with newsprint and put on the oven’s bottom rack, ready for its next…

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A Short Course in Short-Short Fiction

12 Apr 2017, Posted by Editor in Article

A SHORT COURSE IN SHORT-SHORT FICTION By Pamelyn Casto and Geoffrey Fuller Short-shorts seem so simple. Also known by such names as sudden, flash or micro fiction, short-shorts are tight little tales packed into 1, 500 or so words. They can be powerful and memorable…

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Absquatulation: Haibun by David Cobb

24 Mar 2017, Posted by Editor in Poetry

Absquatulation by David Cobb morning break steam from a cup of tea The Lark Ascending   The prop I use for my PC screen is a venerable English-German dictionary, vintage 1870, source of scholarship then, now pedantry. Once, during one of my self-imposed breaks, I fingered…

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Meltdown: Haibun by David Cobb

24 Mar 2017, Posted by Editor in Poetry

Meltdown by David Cobb    nights drawing in  drops of melted wax  form stalagmites The anticipated power cut. Office closed at four, as every day the past six weeks. Trams not running, she walks to the crèche to pick up her baby boy. To get…

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The Colonies: Haibun by Jim Kacian

17 Mar 2017, Posted by Editor in Poetry

Haibun by Jim Kacian The Colonies We have been right from the beginning. but in the wrong way. The gods did come from the heavens, but they were not more glorious versions of ourselves. They were the microbes hitchhiking through space on comets that crashed…

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no thing: Haibun by Jim Kacian

17 Mar 2017, Posted by Editor in Poetry

Haibun by Jim Kacian no thing   is what it seems, all words are slightly wrong . . . a freeble silted stream melandering by the farm might be Borges’ unnamed river of croglodytes and immortunity . . . swimming it i’m gnared by camivorous…

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