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Winter 2011 Edition Selections

“Move Along, Nothing to See Here”

by Michelle Boisseau

Like a fly from the air, Christina was zapped
from a crosswalk when she was five,
Rosemary from a highway in Ohio,
Rick from a tennis court.

“All the Way to the Bone”

by Vern Rutsala

Words from the East
filter through

the leaves, whispering
news of the dead . . .

“What Comes Next”

by Ann Linde

My father did the killing and the cleaning up. In the fairy
tales he put me to sleep with, there were plenty of sweetmeats
and tigers for every journey. He shook them out of his hands,
or so I imagined.

“Blue Rain”

by Daniel Doen Silberberg

During the day, I taught English to junkie kids at Morris High, deep in the East Bronx. At night, I wrote and played music at a Soho recording studio way downtown in Manhattan. After that I would stay up late drinking cheap Scotch from sea-green bottles and watching old movies. I liked the Marx Brothers’ free-floating insanity and W. C. Fields’s misanthropic grace. It was both entertainment and avoidance.

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