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Moon.

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by Chris Farago.

Moon, I painted you twenty times last week,
Praising your inconstancy with my brush and my oils.
You are not like that liar Sun,
Who wears the same face daily,
Hiding behind her heat.

Your silent aria inhabits me with a touch, Moon,
That melody opening my veins,
Showing my eyes how to close,
To stay closed through the rain,
To sleep through the apocalypse.

Moon, I photographed you, too,
Teaching myself how to adjust your light
(For it is always your light, no matter what
Those dread stars report).
Rather, I adjust to your light, Moon,
Learning how to see myself in you,
To see others filtered through your pale cast.

O Moon, I know you leave and come back,
Or I leave and come back,
And that your orbit is nothing but
An inveterate wobble. But, please, Moon,
Hear my plea: you will stay and I will stay
On the same slow, rambunctious track,
If only for a few slim hours
As we trace the savannah together.

The Female Touch in Iranian Film.

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by Brian Griffith. For some reason Iran has an unusually large number of great female film makers, such as Rakhshan Banietemad, Susan Taslimi, or Ziba Mir-Hosseini. Shirin Neshat, who is best known for her Silver Lion award-winning movieWomen Without Men (2009), tried to explain why this is true, mentioning the sense of constriction, the driven […]

Pasta Hacks.

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Pasta is my friend. All kinds. All shapes. Even whole wheat. Even gluten free. Any kind of dried noodle is a wonderful thing to discover in my kitchen when I fear, hungry and worried, that the cupboard is bare. I wish for everyone that they should have a package or two of it stored somewhere, […]

Kitchen Truths.

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by Marie Davis and Margaret Hultz. “Mom said she never gave birth to me, that I came right out of the middle of a lime. She was busy making sliced turkey smothered in brown mole for the Sunday dinner — fifteen aunts, uncles, cousins – my grandparents were alive then – you know. Anyway, Mom […]

For Those That Have No Existence.

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by Ronnie Pontiac and Tamra Lucid. In 1312 A.D. Vestilius Corinthius wrote his list of forbidden words. Lists of forbidden words have existed since the beginning of human society but they have mostly been limited to treason, slander, and profanity. Vestilius examined the Latin lexicon for what he called Semina Periculo, in English “dangerous seeds.” […]

A Perfect Stump.

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by Brendan Hamilton. A collage of text fragments from The Medical and Surgical History of the War of the Rebellion (1861-65) I. A conoidal ball entered. II. A peculiar ‘leaden’ feeling had been observed. Complains of difficulty of speaking. Portions of bones received without history. A fatality of 45.9 percent. Meagre details are reported. III. […]

Vision.

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We’re back after a summer where events in our world have moved quicker than they have in my lifetime. It’s clear that we are in an endgame of some kind for the culture, that the present administration, much of the political class, and many of our fellows are looking backwards for ‘solutions’ rather than forwards. […]

In The Night.

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by K. Marvin Bruce. In the night she screams. I’m bathed in a cold sweat. Her night terrors began from the beginning. Rocky Grove College, 2005. Senior year. Can’t say how she caught my attention. I’m a sensible business major. My career will pay the bills. I see her at the Union. She looks desperate, […]

When the Bough Breaks.

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by Bruce Thompson. There, there; everything will be all right. Or else it won’t. There are two kinds of lullabies. One kind promises a safe, beautiful world in which children are cherished and loved. Hush-a-bye, don’t you cry. Go to sleepy little baby. When you wake you shall have all the pretty little horses. The […]

What Did You Put in Our Garage?

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by Darren Payne. Tom eyed Margot over the top of his book. While in Moab that morning, Margot had picked up the Denver Post. Now she sat across the room from Tom, reading the real estate pages. He could see miniature images of houses reflected in her glasses. He knew it would only be a […]