Month: September 2017

2017 Winner: Potential Energy Is Stored For The Future

Potential Energy Is Stored For The Future Electricity is not capable of accomplishing half the marvels that are claimed for it, James Harvey Kellogg said & yet it was valuable. In shallow baths of mineraled water. With cold sheets wrapped tight. With sun on faces daylight pale. Valuable when lined up among cots on the dusk-dark lawn. Sanatorium. Sanitarium. Change two letters & a new word is added to the English language. I seen Bob the other day. In a bath, in a sheet, in the sun, on the lawn. He said, electricity that gathers in one place is static. I said, I’m trying to get you out. He said, the body builds an electric charge over time. I said, I’m trying to get you out. He said, when you touch metal, the charge runs to the earth. He said, electricity that moves from one place to another is called current. I said, be seeing you. He said, the energy something has because it’s moving. I said, be seeing you, be seeing...

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(b)OINKers (b)OINKing away…continuously.

Greetings and salutations all! We have some updates about the (b)OINKers and (b)OINKettes who have been kicking some publication ass over the last month. Check them out, give them love, and worship their mighty wordsmithing abilities. Katie Flynn (issue 5) has a piece “A Gift From Your Leader” out in Heavy Feather Review for their #notmypresident thread. Check it out here. Jad Josey (issue 5) has a piece “The Water Lives So Far” up in Atticus Review. Check it out here. Audra Kerr Brown (issue 2) has her piece “The Way of the Woods” up in F(r)iction Online. Check it out here. Chrissy Martin...

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Space-husband

My space-husband is devoid of features, save for his Adam’s apple he lets me use as a chew toy–sometimes, for other things he says he likes the cheap perfume I wear–the discontinued one, You know the one that smells like Jolly Ranchers I wear it to reaffirm my virginity since most mid-to-late 20-something’s wear the afterbirth of coitus, like soap he called my _______ micro-soft nicknamed it Click “Y2K” was our safe word he tattoos a sigil for getting lost (in my skin) to beam him home, since my body is only temporarily...

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AND1

In those late Winter months when the sun broke early, and then night came urgent, as if the sky was flicked on and off—for in those days when we were ghosts outside and our shadows paced in the overcast of a street-light—back then, after homework was finished and before dinner was served, you could find us on the court—jump-shots, lay-ups, behind-the-backs—phantoms on fast-breaks in high-tops. You could find us living for the glory of fade-away-three-pointers. You could find us mimicking the sounds of a swish or the clank of a missing basket on the board. You could find us...

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To self mummify

To self mummify you eat a diet of pine needles— Eating you is much the same the gut starved dry the bones carved high varnished skin mocked up...

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