The Dead by Maura O’Connor

artist: irune bo by Maura O’Connor one by one, they were all becoming shades… —James  Joyce I fled your deaths. They happened anyway. Me, the missing witness. Michael, I will miss you most. The roses you gave me the night you told me you hated me. The song you wrote comparing my eyes to ocean…

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The End of Whaling

artist: early worm  by D.S. Maolalai and so we grew tired of lamp-oil. whaling too cruel a sport and death too much a price. dirty yellow light like tobacco-stained apartments. too cruel. better to crack the skin of rocks and dig down. and we did and black oil oozed forth, a boon without cruelty. more…

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The Smell of Hospitals

artist: unknown by D.S. Maolalai I sit in my kitchen drinking wine, banging out letters surrounded by drowning shirts and shiny trousers. laundry day and they hang, shapeless as crashed traffic. there is something; the drip comes like footsteps in rattles on the lino. life – car-wreck surrounded with grim chance and the smell of…

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Art by Alexandre Nodopaka

  ___ Alexandre Nodopaka originated in Kiyv, Ukraine. Speaks San Franciscan, Parisian, Barcelonan, Kievan, & Muscovite i un poco de Espanol. Mumbles in English. He propounds having studied at the Ecole des Beaux Arts, Casablanca, Morocco. Presently full time author, visual artist but considers his past irrelevant as he seeks new reincarnations.  

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Photography by Fabrice Poussin

___ Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and many other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River Review as well as other publications.  

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