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God.

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by DS Maolalai.

from the top of my bed
I look,
watch the forest
with bare feet. I am not
a tidy man,
as my apartment can attest.
I should never
be allowed
to live anywhere
belonging
to someone.

between the carpet strands,
spat appleseeds
sprout
with nutrition
gleaned from spilled wine
and old sweat.
under the table
spiders crawl like lions.
they have plenty to eat
with the cockroaches
and dying flies.

dropped bottlecaps
chatter – crabs might lurk
beneath their bulk.

I lie in bed
and eat toast and crackers,
drink glasses of milk
and spill most of it.

at night
mice dive in my kitchen
and make mad havoc
with the bread.

I read books
and play the radio
and am god
all on my lonesome.
I might as well be west.
moses
made water out of rocks.
I can draw mold
out of plaster.

I live
in a room
where everything
is living.
I feel privileged
to be living
in it too.

The Music Breaks.

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by Marissa Bell Toffoli. Ankles shake. Trust is rusty. Like it’s only old bones rattling this thin skin. The beat, the count, hit it. Dancers in the studio flock together in time. Turns spin out. Breathe. Another take needed for the pulling apart, limb from limb, you from me and the other way around. Spot […]

My 70-year Old Bucket List (Amended).

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by Barry Vitcov. This 70-year old Jew Wants a slew of pork belly Crispy and succulent I want meat from Rabbits and ostriches No brisket, kishkes, or latkes will do I want a threesome of Clams, oysters, and lobsters Sucking out sweet, chewy flesh Even in a fishy, frothy stew of Shrimp and other bottom […]

A Jain in D.C.

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by Ron Singer. You could say it started in the bathroom of my hotel room, to which I had repaired after the five-hour bus and Metro trip from New York City to Washington D.C. As a conscientious traveler, I had long been aware of all the people who worked so hard to serve my vacation […]

Coronado’s Story.

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by Christian Aslan Overfelt. There was once a man who traveled through this land. This was hundreds of years ago, now. He was a leader of men and women. He traveled with a retinue of servants and slaves, an army, too, of well stocked men and supplies. There were horses, hundreds of them, two for […]

Grundig Wars on the Baby the Boyman.

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by Jim Meirose. You’d think that great nations talking of killing and a-bombing and that wise-like shit would just be sets of scary mating dances to bind everything closer, but, no! Doctor Grundig, emboldened by the taste of victory, lashed harder at the now-dual student, but knowing that each remaining head had snatched away half […]

Multitude.

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by Chris Farago. I thought an incandescent poultice was the solution for exhaustion; I thought the ladies of the manor would heal this aching toe; I thought the levers pulled in the proper order would reveal Heaven— I thought— I thought—

Parvin Paidar and Post-patriarchal Islam.

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by Brian Griffith. In most countries or cultures around the world, women show more interest in religion than men. Women are more likely to follow a spiritual path, pray every day, or visit churches, mosques, and shrines. We may assume they are blindly following the directions of male religious leaders, but more likely they have […]

Rivers, Lakes, and Seas.

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by David D. Horowitz. “The atmosphere of Titan is largely nitrogen…” I bite into my snack, a honeycrisp apple fresh from a local QFC market, as I begin to absorb the information in the Wikipedia entry for “Titan,” Saturn’s biggest moon and the only moon anywhere known to have a dense atmosphere. How could I […]

The Guitar Hero Goes Home.

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by Marilyn Jaye Lewis. IT’S JUST LIKE THEY SAY IT IS. You’re floating. You’re going to the light. And then you’re looking down on yourself, at all the men, slamming the palms of their hands into your chest with all the strength they’ve got. I could hear them talking, calling to me to come back. […]