EAP: The Magazine Archive

by Colin Dodds.

 

Shades pull and shutters shut
Doors seal to mirrors and conclusions occlude
Concrescence culminates and defaults envelop
Verbs vanish and nounhood eclipses

Our substance unfairly then fairly exposed
to the warm afternoons and enormous nights
of planet loops embroidering ovals
and cut off
The happy-go-lucky merry-go-round
halts, its calliope fermenting to plywood cloud
and sponge-painted distance
The ever-excusing solvent dries, strands us
very far from where buses honk birds leap women perch
doe-eyed and bored in summer windowsills
where our shared refrain:
I thought I had more time
doesn’t matter can’t matter
We become complete
like all forms
even potsherds and mangled roadside deer
are complete

 

by Laura Roman.   She said “Budapest.” The way she said it made me take notice. I was in a cafe, inadvertently eavesdropping, when I heard her say “Budapest.” She said it incorrectly, that woman in the cafe. The “s” should have been “shhhhhh.” She said “s” as in “sssssss” and it conjured up my […]

by C.S. Kraszewski.   f-fukfuk f-fukfuk f-fukfukfukfukfukfukfukfukdiiiiickkheeeeeeeeeeeadd… for the sins of contempt and backbiting committed during fifty four years and seven months in rumpled khakis and a damp duplex smelling of cold stew after his death Albin Balbus was metempsychosed into a weed whacker the calloused hands stained yellow with nicotine of an undocumented landscaper […]

by Judith Arcana. You think I didn’t care about that baby, didn’t wonder if we’d like each other when she turned fourteen; didn’t think he’d follow anywhere his older brother went. You think we take them out, like gangsters; disappear them, like generals. You don’t know how it works then, do you? You don’t know […]

by Colin Dodds.               The golden age might have lasted longer, but the astronomers failed to mind the stars. Like so much, I know this because I was charged with concealing it. The report from the Fire Ministry investigators said the bitumen roofing caught fire, which should have been impossible. Yes, the lead investigator […]

by Marie Davis and Margaret Hultz. Such a curiously mobile child. Born a nomad, more had passed under her feet than the average person. Great calluses rimmed her soles, lifting her an additional four inches off the ground. A bit more than a wisp, she was three-feet, nine inches tall—great calluses included. And walking was […]

by Marissa Bell Toffoli.   Wicker chairs where guests perch, triangle sandwiches with the crusts removed. The perfect setup for tea, only nobody dons dainty gloves anymore. Out upon the grass, you pinwheel your arms, turn your face toward the sun. It’s off-putting, such a large gesture. Too much openness. Oh, honey, your lace dress […]

by Nick Engelfried. Angelica O’Neil is in a car, steering wheel clenched tight in her fists, driving away from the only life she has known for the last ten years. She feels as if her life has ended. It is 1991, and Angelica is twenty-eight years old. Her nine-year-old son, Jeremy, sits in the passenger’s […]