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Archive for the ‘Fiction’ CategoryApril 11th, 2011 
by Chad Simpson that boy i mentioned who sizzled his brain by way of a joint stuffed with formaldehyde-laced weed? the one who spent some time in the hospital recovering and then re-entered the world all blissified, the walking and peaceful undead? … April 11th, 2011
by Natanya Pulley _ I thought I made those lips. You small and new to my arms. “She has your nose” everyone saying to your mother, and to me, “those lips. Those lips.” I thought I made those lips and the way they’d break your face free as you grew … April 11th, 2011
by Jason Olsen My wife tells me that she very often has dreams in which she is forced to diffuse bombs. My wife, of course, has no experience diffusing bombs and in her dreams this is no different. … April 11th, 2011
by Ken Luntz She steals. I watch her in the wine store. Instead of going for a normal-sized bottle, she takes a showcased magnum shaped like a black missile. Somehow it stays inside her flouncy skirt. … April 11th, 2011
by Randall Brown Its window looked out over the stone chapel of the Order of the Holy Child, and inside completely bare, only a tangle of electrical cords, not even an outlet. In Milton’s Paradise Lost, the snake appears to Eve walking erect, before God curses him, but these weren’t snakes. They were nerves. … April 11th, 2011 
Roxane Gay Excepted from MMR 2011 _ The couple hunkered in the booth next to us are having a very serious argument, the kind so serious that neither party can bear to raise their voices. Instead, they speak in loud, ugly whispers, each word out of their mouths … April 11th, 2011
by Don Hucks A foul mist had been settling over the neighborhood all week, falling out of the sky at irregular intervals several times a day. The neighbors blamed it on me. They said my lawn was an abomination to their god. … April 11th, 2011
T.J. McIntyre _ The Ficus tree had not been there a moment ago. “Now, where’d you come from?” The Ficus didn’t answer. Charles shivered as a soft breeze blew down from the bathroom’s heater vent overhead and over his thin wrinkled skin, ruffling the little green waxy leaves on the … January 29th, 2011
COMING SOON…$11 Stories, poetry and artwork by award-winning and emerging authors, poets, and artists. Moon Milk Review 2011 is a ravishing exhibition of what happens when the boundaries come off. A “refreshing departure…edgy…classic…compelling” (Flavorwire), MMR 2011 promises to take readers and art aficionados to places … December 20th, 2010 
by Michelle Valois She boxed away her Virgin Mary, the ceramic blue Virgin Mary and Child her Mémay had given her for First Communion. Her rosary beads, which she took on all her travels, are in a desk drawer, in the same tin box they came in. She was fourteen when her Mémay gave her the beads, telling the girl that her uncle had bought the beads on a busy seaside boardwalk. She knew that boardwalk, a place where the smell of fried fish and the whirligig of flapping pinball machines met the cold Atlantic Ocean. … |
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