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By Calley Nelson With twenty other strangers in folding chairs, I saw a hypnotist at the state fair. He was a balding man with a paunch and a too-long red tie. Hands in his pockets he stood in front of the crowd, a black-and-white spiraled wheel next to him. With a roll of his sleeves andContinue reading “Behind the Funnel Cake Truck”

By Karla Linn Merrifield The 6:40 flight from Fort Myersto Orlando rumbles overheadand boogies on toward Disney. But I’m staying put, makingfor the life of me like a live oak tree.Two nights ago in a dreamI became one. Now I know why. Not Mickey Mouse.I’ll take Spanish moss.Not Goofy, but epiphytes.Not even Seven Dwarfswhen IContinue reading “Preference for Barred Owls and Tree Frogs”

By Diane Funston New neighbors A pair of malamutes Friendly they hang over fencefor petting Twin glaciersMounds of furMust be a blizzard indoors  They lap my fingers wag plume tailsas my pit bull’s solid red whiptail  circles in a skinny propeller  Black and white big footed beastsEyes oblique aquamarine cabochonstongues salmon flesh My tiny chihuahua offerswarnings from windowShe knows thoseContinue reading “Glaciers “

By Michele Cacano Drea leaned out of the tree, 35mm camera in hand. She’d been perched twenty feet up, waiting all morning for the bear cubs to emerge from the den. If she got a good shot, that photography prize was as good as hers.  The cold wind of early spring swept down from Mt.Continue reading “Photo Finish”

By Paul Hostovsky The retriever sleeps all the timein a corner, the cat drinks all the time from the sink, the hamster is blind and obese,  the rabbit just stares off into space, chewing. Even the lion  slinking through my dreams is more fearful than fearsome these days and seems to be balding from some nasty skin disease. OnlyContinue reading “All of My Animals Are Old”

By El Bentivegna what a horrible gift, all these eyesand teeth. i am sick of being strong.i am sick. my brother who was neverborn would probably have been aminotaur. i want to sing a songabout him but the lines get tangledin my throat. sailors have triedto catch me and i eat themwhole. it is myContinue reading “it’s actually called “substance use disorder””

By Sam Rauer I. In the beginning, Jordan did not intend to purge everything. First it was just a few items – a dusty projector, barely used camping gear, heels retrieved from under the bed, and neglected handbags rendered obsolete by changing trends. By the end of the month, she had cushioned her bank accountContinue reading “Purging”

By Alyssa Landau I dream of a man who is fleeing from jail. He is a composite of all my ex-boyfriends, but also someone I’ve never seen before,Of course, he is running away with an accomplice, his lover, She is not me, or anyone I knowbut I follow their journey as though it’s my own. They runContinue reading “The Fugitive”