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Poetry: Ode to Austin Davis by Michael Amitin

Ode to Austin Davis Austin Davis a young manyellow flowered shirt red hair alertcame upon trouble with the law A town in Arizona where he took a standbringing food for the homeless , a one man band In...

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Fiction: The Fickle Messiah

By J. Paul RossUNNATURAL OCCURRENCE ON KLONDIKE STREET[From the Weekly Standard Gazette, September 15, 2019.]In all my years covering the important goings on in our fair city, never before has this...

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Fiction: For We Walk

By James DupreeHow much longer? Thought the Herder as he rubbed sunscreen on his pale face, the last of his supply. One mass panic had caused sunscreen to fly off the shelves with people desperately...

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Fiction: My Imaginary Friend Bonnie

By Ashley N. GoodwinA chilling draft encircled Lucille as she jolted awake from her nap, a telltale sign that Momma had opened her door and Bonnie was nearby. If only Momma listened to...

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Poetry: A Shotgun Blast To My Wind Chimes by G.R. Tomaini

A Shotgun Blast To My Wind Chimes Mayday ! Roger That ? Mayday !This Is Captain Façade Speaking : Moi Is Steering An Origami Cruise Ship — In The Middle Of The Bermuda Triangle ! There ’ s A Maelstrom...

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Poetry: Selections from John Yamrus

he tended toforget that (more than anything)  life is a condition,  and things like hunger, cold and death  are only elements of that condition. so,when she came to him,giving off a music that had no...

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Fiction: Hauntology

By John Higgins“‘Tis better to be miserable than to be alone.” ―L., Sonnet #14. Intro. The Circuit: a stretch of street. The parameters invisible to all but the well-attuned. Cars slice through mist,...

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Creative Nonfiction: Wrest Your Head

By Kendra Marie PintorYou’re not sure how the bags under your eyes got there; with time, or all the rubbing. Fingers smudging the sleep, staining your skin, a permanent side effect of exhaustion. This...

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Fiction: Gold at Camp

By Mitchel MontagnaGold didn’t like most of the little creeps at the summer camp for Jewish kids in Port Jervis, N.Y. He had one of them, Kaufman, squirming under the sole of his boot.  Gold dug his...

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Poetry: Selections from Garret Schuelke

Memory Brought About by Trump Being Found Liable for Sexual Abuse and DefamationThe day beforethe 2016 Election,both Clinton andTrump held theirfinal campaign ralliesin Grand Rapids -Clinton at...

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Fiction: The Artist in His Portrait

By Alexandre PetionI've always found the idea of being a suitor rather horrifying. In fact, no other prospect has entirely steered me into such absolutist, satiating thoughts of saliently flagellating...

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Fiction: Universal Juveniles

By Steve PasseyThe song is ended, but the melody lingers on– Irving Berlin On any crew in any of the electrical, drywall, roofing, painting and – especially (in more remote parts) the seismic...

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Poetry: Ode to the Sun by G.R. Tomaini

Ode To The SunIO , that we could bask , like Mars . . .in a universal day , but , you , Sun ,have learneder designs , for us folk . . .on Earth ; let us folk , proclaim your . . .qualities divine , and...

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Poetry: Selections from Ken Kakareka

make something happeni’ve noticed that life goes by if you don’t make something happen. it doesn’t think about you. i could sit for days wallowing out my window, watching people conquer their ambitions...

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Fiction: Hotel Baltimore #1

By Chris BrownswordKnown to everyone who stayed there during its glory days as ‘Heroin Hotel,’ and before the police shut it down as part of a citywide drugs bust, the Hotel Baltimore was notable for...

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Poetry: Selections from Peter Mladinic

The Stork One afternoon I spoke intermittently, but mostly listened to Robin talk from Crane, Indiana, about whether to have the childor not have the child she carried, a fetus a month old. Her parents...

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JOUISSANCE AND I!

Apology of the MacGyver of GaslightingBy G.R. Tomaini (2023) II am sorry that I got you . . .addicted to Heroin ;But your susceptibility —is not my responsibility . . . III am sorry that I got you . ....

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Fiction: Craving Pastrami by Peter Cherches

​I went to a deli called Greenberg’s and ordered pastrami on rye with mustard. I hadn’t had a good pastrami sandwich in months, and I was ready. I sipped some Dr. Brown’s Cel-Ray as I awaited my...

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Jouissance and I

Academic Pedigree of G.R. Tomaini,  The Protege of Drucilla Cornell,  and Thereby the Cunning of Reason Itself: The Charming and Graceful Dauphin of Deconstruction  October 2023 §§§ §1) G.R. Tomaini...

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Fiction: Bones

By Maria BarnesReset. Restart. Eat again and vomit.These bones are too dry for our consumption, and tears burn sour in the empty mouths of our young. At night, they screech with hunger and claw their...

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Fiction: Secrets to Keep

By Kat KovalevskaChapter 1Hazel had woken up a few minutes ago. It was still early, but soon she’d have to get ready. The sun shined through the blinds; she got up and opened them. Hardly a cloud...

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Poetry: Selections from Mary Ann Dimand

A BIRD COMMISSION So much depends upon the guardianshipof cattle egrets, their hunched-wingwalk between the gravestones. They are not holdingdown the soil, the sinking caskets, the bonesthat melt to...

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Jouissance and I!

Queering Michel Foucault By G.R. Tomaini (2023) _____________________________ Oh My Darling Undergraduate —Star Of Gender Studies 101 —What Asinine Words Departed . . .Thine Lips , Just Then ! Oh , To...

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From The Editor

Dear A Thin Slice of Anxiety Readers,In the dim-lit alleys of our literary realm, a new voice echoes, poised to unravel the tangled threads of human existence with a steady hand and a discerning gaze....

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Review: Grievance House (A Review of Freedom House by KB Brookins)

By Hugh BlantonYou'd be hard pressed to find a poet that doesn't use their poems to file grievances, even if many of the aggrieved apparently lack any authentic rage. If it's true that a poet's soul is...

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