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Issue 2

We do hope you’ve blocked off a couple of hours for reading time, because we have some great material this time around.

A Recipe: How to Write a Poem by Heather Doherty

Anxiety by Lee Gliddon

Holy Week at Playa Negra by Jessica Tyner

Kitty by Benjamin Hostetter

Neverending Story by Heather Doherty

Ode to the Shower by Heather Doherty

Pop Bottle by Bobby Fox

Speleology by Jessica Tyner

Taking a Bike Ride Down Ocean Blvd. by Zack Nelson Lopiccolo

The Four Seasons of Michael Michael by M. J. Nicholls

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A Recipe: How to Write a Poem

Ingredients: 1 cup of sugar; 2 teaspoons of salt; 7 strands of hay; 1 poison dart frog; 3 jars of half eaten honey; 1 punctured pillow; 2 oranges; 1 sewing kit Sprinkle yourself with sugar to bring the loving thoughts out. As the thoughts start pouring sprinkle yourself with salt to contain them. Sew …

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Anxiety

I wake up empty and numb an outsider to the rest, a ghost to some. I look in the mirror and who is starting back, not me but I am in there somewhere beneath the surface in a cage of anxiety. I scream but no one hears me, a prisoner in my own being, …

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Holy Week at Playa Negra

In patchwork Spanish I bought us two bus tickets to Puerto Viejo. For five hours a woman’s dreadlocks sketched elaborate maps into sweat that buttered my forearm every time she slipped her baby upside down to change a diaper with the grace and instinct of a dancer. The black sand burned through my feet while …

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Kitty

I don’t want to, let me tell you. You see, honest, I was in bed when it happened, pajamas and all, smoking a Pall Mall cigarette and staring at this fly banging against the bedside lamp. Ellie, my wife — bless her heart — she was reading the paper, shaking her head at the news, …

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Neverending Story

Minerals and wrinkles under flesh Grey eyes constantly hide They all tell a story Could it be a fairytale? No Happy endings have come and gone Now it’s only memories Turn the page I remember this Remember me Evil witch was once this Minerals and wrinkles under flesh I am her, she is me …

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Ode to the Shower

You always give me what I need Never too much Or that would be greed You allow everything to get pushed down the drain Making me feel safe You do this without showing any pain Constantly you readjust Adhering to everyone’s needs You’ve seen it all, especially lust Oh those dirty deeds …

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Pop Bottle

The waves lapped against the golden autumn shore, just as they have always done. Just as they always will. And just as he did each and every evening at sunset, Jim Foster walked his golden retriever, Bessie, along the rocky shore. There was something comforting about the timeless consistency of the waves. No matter how …

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Speleology

Ocean water began chewing and spitting out what became the Venado caves thirty million years ago, almost as long as I’ve loved you. Guatusos aborigines were first to slice their slim perfect limbs through the dark, sliding callused fingers against the jaw fossils of humpback whales trapped in a scream along the caverns. Caves don’t …

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Taking a bike ride down Ocean Blvd. to my friend’s house seeing my ex-girlfriend’s silver Honda Civic while stopped at a red light just before 8th Place

It’s the way the red ricochets off the dent in the rear bumper, that I put there backing into a yellow pole one night leaving a liquor store off of Cherry, it reminds me of all the items I’ve dented, from a truck I had, to the fine line of five stitches above my …

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The Four Seasons of Michael Michael

Spring — On the veranda at Vesperus House, Eton Michaela I don’t like eating on the veranda but all those midges and flies and thingies, I can blame them for the spots and zits and besides, our backs are turned to the dorms, so those Peeping Toms can’t see me here, God love a duck. …

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