Exterminating Angel Press
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by Marissa Bell Toffoli.
Let’s stretch the time.
Above, stars set out to glimmer.
Beyond the fenceline,
traffic simmers. We skip
along with the breeze.
A neighbor’s wind chimes sing.
The cherry tree drops blossoms.
Spring glamour lines the lane
amid this clamor. Enough
for us. City shimmers
shattered glass on concrete
and the daffodils bid good evening.
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by Tod Davies. My maternal grandparents were a much different story. My mother’s father died before she was born. My grandmother was six months pregnant when he suddenly succumbed to typhoid. The family had been living in the Philippines where he worked as a Macanese merchant in import export. When I was a little girl, […]
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by Brian Griffith and Zhinia Noorian Parvin E’tesami (1907–1941) was a major female poet of the early twentieth century, whose art brought unprecedented change in the world of Persian literature. She published her first several poems in Bahar (Spring) magazine at age 13, and on graduating from secondary school in 1924, gave a speech denouncing […]
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by Bruce E. R. Thompson. There is no person more unglamorous than a philosopher. Investment bankers can be glamorous; computer programmers can be glamorous; even dock workers and ditch diggers can clean up nicely and be glamorous. But philosophers are pretty universally despised, and logicians most of all. Philosophers cease to be glamorous the moment […]
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by Joseph Harms. Skeletal and ferrous beneath the snowcapped truncated mountain the empty watertower like some oblate quadrupedal dead eye above the cascading baytown howled and whistled from its scabrous perforations. Not far below it the church’s redbrick belltower. The foot of nightfallen snow had shelved from their casques, pattered in incessant scintillae from […]
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by Rose Jermusyk. There once were two sisters-in-law who refused to mourn the third. They’d met her only once on their joint wedding day, but in the days leading up to the nuptials they’d known her handiwork. In that work they’d seen themselves and each other reflected and this made them kin. And it made […]
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by David Selzer. In Old Persian, language of the Shah of Shahs, Darius the Great, whose inscriptions extend from Persepolis to Egypt, and from Romania to Bahrain, this salt lake, greater than the Dead Sea, was called Chichast, ‘Glittering’ – sunlight on the undulating lapidary of myriads of silver particulates. Urmia – Assyrian Aramaic for […]
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by Sean Murphy. I mean if we’re talking miracles: Having hair would, admittedly, be low on the priority list, at least with things like healthy hearts, minds, and livers to consider. For starters. Bank accounts too. And also, I remember that even when I could be called hirsute, once upon a time, every day was […]
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by Kunal Mehra. He recoiled at the sight of the ox walking towards his stall. Its horns were big and there wasn’t much space to move back – on his right side, was an old woman selling buckets of tomatoes and marigold flowers strung together; on the left, a teenager selling tea and fried cutlets; […]