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Tinnitus.

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by Edward Johnson.

 

A buzzing has ensued,

a harbinger, a glitchy modem,

the air thickened by gossip.

The drydock is encrusted in bivalves

so of course there are those among us

who suspect we’re being listened to.

A skiff riffles into the silvery

suture where sea meets sky.

The data-mining mollusks quiver –

desalinated, globular, athrob,

one ear to the world, the other

relaying our secrets God knows where.

Tulips have commenced their ablutions

a cataclysm of pollination and bloom,

a catechism of doomed renewal.

They wave their fleeting freak flag

knowing full well they will die soon

and be boot-heeled back to nothing.

An egg-shaped moon lifts above the juniper,

at least that thing is organic we muse

as it winks and whispers, “hello hatchlings.”

 

Important and Mundane.

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by David D. Horowitz. “And Mickey Mays bashes a walk-off grand slam to win the World Series! Just listen to fans clamor for their dream player, Mickey Mays!” “This year’s Nobel Prize in Literature is being awarded to Mickey Mays!” “FAME Magazine announces this year’s Most Handsome Man… Mickey Mays!” “And today film star Mickey […]

The Self-Serving Giraffe.

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by Matias Travieso-Diaz. Selfishness is not living as one wishes to  live, it is asking others to live as one wishes to live. Oscar Wilde   Grumpff was a Somali giraffe male (Giraffa reticulata) in a herd that inhabited a dry savannah in northern Kenya. He was eighteen feet tall and two tons heavy, by […]

Monkey’s Fingers.

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by Jim Meirose. Mote in the eye. Rheumy said take this box to Monkey, and handed over directions on a blue lined sheet. So, Harold went. Handling his car expertly, he sped along, glancing down for the next line of the directions. Garden State Parkway to exit ninety-eight. The blacktop rolled under. Signs came up […]

The Strange Tale of Drs. Tumblety & Blackburn: Or What’s in a Name?

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by James C. Clar.   I make no claim that the following tale is factually or historically accurate. The only truth I aspire to here is narrative truth; which is, of course, the most important truth of all. My sole aim is speculation in service of a desire to make a good story even better […]

The Red You See.

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by Bruce E.R. Thompson. A question that sometimes comes up in a philosophy class is this: how do you know that the red you see is the same red that I see? If the professor doesn’t ask this question, then surely one of the students will. This is the kind of question that gives philosophy […]

Pol Pot’s Purgatory.

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by Sean Murphy.   On April 15, 1998, under house arrest, Pol Pot dies in his sleep, apparently of natural causes.   You read that and think: there truly is no God, no justice, no sense, no anything fair or good. A remorseless murderer, passing in his sleep and not hanging upside down, his internal […]

Laughing Sal.

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by Laura Roman. On a Saturday night, if you find your way into the Musée Mécanique at Fisherman’s Wharf in San Francisco, you will see the original owner’s son weaving through the aisles on roller skates, gliding from machine to machine as though he were skating through the annals of another century. Around him rises […]

Why I Write about Dreams and Dogs (from “My Life with Dogs”).

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by Tod Davies. When I was a very small child, I heard voices. They would sound directly in my ear. I knew they were inside, rather than outside, but that didn’t trouble me, as I understood they were helpful. The voices warned me not to tell the adults. They said my parents, especially, wouldn’t understand, […]

Short and Sweet: A Brie(f) Recipe.

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If you’re like me, you love Grocery Outlet, a party in every store. I stand there, staring at the shelves, amazed at the new stuff I can find to experiment with. One of their best departments is cheese. The only drag is when I find one I love (chile pepper cheddar, spicy blue), only to […]