Lili

July 22, 2009

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Operator: You have reached the Writers In Crisis Hot-line. If you are a fiction writer, press one. If you are a non-fiction writer, press two. If you write poems, press one. If you write prose, press two. If you write short stories, press one. If you write longer works of fiction, press two. If you […]

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Two Poems

July 21, 2009

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By Howie Good STILL LIFE WITH FIREARMS It would be peaceful here if it weren’t for the crucified thieves writhing in the background. A waiter with the red face of a seraph sidles up and offers to show me to a table. I hurry away as if I had somewhere to go. Others wait at […]

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Things About Me You Should Know

July 20, 2009

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By judy b. 1. I am allergic to peanuts, cats, pollen, and ukuleles. 2. My right leg is slightly longer than the left and to compensate I hollow out one shoe. 3. As a child, I wandered off from my parents in a mall and was not found for three days and therefore still find […]

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Orgy

July 17, 2009

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TRYING TO IGNORE ALL OF THE COMMOTION DOWNSTAIRS, I find myself staring at a bee writhing on its back. I had unconsciously swatted the bee as it flew around my head not buzzing at all. Now it lays in some terrible pain looking up at the ceiling with those bee eyes that cannot convey pain. […]

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Iron Mike

July 15, 2009

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By Adam Moorad SOMETIMES MIKE TYSON WATCHES VHS tapes of himself, fighting peek-a-boo style on national television, wearing black shorts and slippers, punching Razor Ruddock in the forehead somewhere in Las Vegas.  His remembers the feel of his gloves on his fingers and misses their friendship. The ropes around the ring sense the fighters and […]

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Convo

July 13, 2009

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2:11:22 PM  Tim-Job: Yes, but you still should have asked me if you wanted to write me into your story. 2:12:16 PM  Frank Sauce: I feel like that would have ruined the fabric of the story. It would have felt fake. 2:15:15 PM  Tim-Job: It’s a fictional story. 2:16:43 PM  Frank Sauce: So, I’m sorry. […]

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Eggs Kampf

July 11, 2009

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TIM ATE AN OMELETTE at the Breakfast Shop one morning and washed it down with two coffees. It was a time when people could still smoke in cafes. The Breakfast Shop was filled with smoke. Tim didn’t smoke, not tobacco at least. Tim wrote longhand on a notebook filled with yellow paper. He wrote longhand […]

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