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Issue 5, believe it, is here !!
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from "Interment of the Document Thresh"
"On the outskirts of the capital, citizens stood on roadsides and bridges for a glimpse of the procession. There were claps and whistles as the central dais came into view." (artwork featured: "Excavator Family", 2007, colored pencil on paper, 22x30)
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from "Fresh Snow" by Bill Cook
"..."I didn’t say any-thing, except what are you doin.” Out my mile-wide window, Dad skidded in fresh snow. Everyone turned and looked. Mom said. “Oooeee. Breakfast!” Ginny sniggered and reached for my spare matchbox...." from "Incend" by Terri Griffith " ...She keeps a diary of newspaper stories of the victims whose fires she has attended. Nothing formal, just the next day’s story clipped from the paper while she drinks her morning coffee. Then on Sunday, the accompanying obituary... " (artwork featured: "Bound Cloud" and "A (ledged) landscape" 2006, vinyl on laminated panel) |
from "The Bear Planet Edict"
"...our youngest brother grew to be a wildman—yet discontentedly so, for his life’s aspiration was to build with concrete and glass, design the crystal towers of the future. He took his revenge by sneaking back into our home one night, and inked sepia circles on our heads with porcupine quills while we slept. This began a difficult chapter for my family...." (artwork featured: "Bang! Bang!" and "Taking a Hand Out", 2006, oil and acrylic on panel)
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from "Morning Ritual"
"...She turns on her computer and printer before returing to the bedroom. Standing before her quartersawn oak dresser in just the socks and sweatshirt, left top drawer open, she runs her fingers over small balled up garments until she finds what she wants,...."
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from "Learning Chinese"
"...Whether it actually happened wasn't the point. Making Ed believe it had was. Lou loved those kinds of head games. Like the morning I was having breakfast at his house and he started in about the yolk of my fried egg really being an unborn chicken and if I looked closely I would find teeny-tiny bones and a beak and maybe even an eye...."
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