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Two Photos • Chrystal Berche

"Classic Gauges"

"Powder Blue Classic"


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Chrystal Berche is a photographer, writer and artist
living in North Central Iowa. She writes about
artists, musicians, loners, drifters, dreamers,
hippies, bikers, truckers, hunters and all the
other things she knows and loves. When she
isn’t writing she’s taking pictures, or curled up with
a good book and a kitty on her lap.

Unexplained Things • Barry Yeoman

There is an urgency of expression
in the trees. Our lives
are photographs, stories,
dreams …

These thoughts
are crammed into matchboxes
to keep the candles burning ---

against the bitter winter,
against the dark,
dark cloak of apathy.

I wasted ten years
waiting on the proverbial
stars to line up.

All was frozen,
still as the cocked heads
of porcelain dogs.

We breathe the cold moon
feel it's dark gravity …

long for unexplained things.


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Barry was educated at Bowling Green State 
Univ., The Univ. of Cincinnati, and The 
McGregor School of Antioch Univ, in 
Yellow Springs, Ohio, in creative 
writing, world classics, and the 
humanities. He is originally from 
Springfield Ohio and lives currently in 
London, Ohio.

Two Photos • Mesmerine Adwalla

"Party"

"Desk"


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Mesmerine Adwalla grew up in Belfast, Ireland, but 
moved at a young age to Istanbul. She attended college in 
Turkey, but has alsoc ompleted a graduate level 
degree through Peru State (Nebraska). Her photographs 
have appeared in galleries in seven countries.

Two in the Morning • Howie Good

Anyone
plagued
with self-
doubt
who
observed

the kind
of grief
that exists
at 2 a.m.

began
to sink
into
dementia,

shifted
around
mourning
doves
& sparrows,

arranging
their bodies
in lifelike
positions,

no one
knows
where.


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Howie Good's latest poetry collection is 
The Complete Absence of Twilight (2014) 
from MadHat Press. He co-edits White Knuckle 
Press with Dale Wisely, who does most of 
the real work.

Watching The Detectives • Erren Kelly

she believed his story
only after the money changed
hands
she prefers yoga over
bourbon
and she works alone
and she hates trenchcoats
but the night is always
her friend
whenever the dirty deed goes
down
she's on the hunt
for the usual
suspects
the streets know her name
and her eyes are watching
you, she knows
gotham is a woman
who won't love you back
though it's more of a
yuppie petting zoo
than concrete jungle
these days
her heart is bulletproof
that is
until a jazz song plays
she watches them mark
black lines around the
body
she's always been good at
reading between the lines
and noticing the subleties
of things
she's on the case like a
bloodhound
because she believes
in happy endings
she'll stick her neck out
for right
but she's too pretty to smoke
and she really does have
legs up to
here


for S.H.

" a cliche is a cliche because it's usually true...."


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Erren is a Pushcart nominated poet based 
in Salisbury, North Carolina by way of 
Chicago, by way of Louisiana, by way 
of Maine, by way of California, by way 
of New York City, by way of vermont.

She has over 100 publications in print and online 
in such publications as Hiram Poetry Review, 
Mudfish, Poetry Magazine(online), Ceremony, 
Cactus Heart, Similar Peaks, Gloom Cupboard, 
Poetry Salzburg and elsewhere Her most recent 
publication was in " In Our Own Words," a 
Generation X poetry anthology. She is also 
the author of the chapbook, " Disturbing The 
Peace," on Night Ballet Press.

The Day After the Honeymoon • Holly Day

razor-sharp spiderwebs crisscross rays of
white moonlight, broken glass windowpanes
and stained glass skin—mommy listen
listen when I tell you
he has a temper, he has quite
a temper.

This is the part of the song where I would interject
a slow, droning bass line, no percussion
breathe heavy into the microphone, hands
wrapped tight around the microphone as though
it was somehow holding me upright, eyes closed
as though I was about to say something really important.
The audience would lean forward in their chairs, the teenaged girl
at home listening on her pink headphones would hold her own breath
close her eyes, just like me, anxious to hear what I was about to say.

razor-sharp porcelain fragments on
bloodstained linoleum, purple skin fading
to dark red, under ice—oh mommy listen
listen to me when I tell you
I have to get out of here, I have to
get out

If this was the live version, the song would just end after a few minutes
of solid guitar refrain. The drummer might stop completely
so that audience would know that it was time to clap wildly in appreciation.
Ideally, the applause would rise up just in time
to muffle the staggering end of the song, mimic the measured fade
of the studio version. On a bad day
the band would just stop playing, leaving me with nothing but dead silence
in the short minutes before the next song started up.


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Holly Day was born in Hereford, Texas, also known as “The
Town Without a Toothache.” She and her family currently
live in Minneapolis, Minnesota, where she teaches at
the Loft Literary Center. Her published books include
Music Theory for Dummies, Music Composition for
Dummies, and Guitar All-in-One for Dummies.

Making a Difference, Los Angeles • Charles Byrne



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Charles Byrne is a writer and photographer
living in San Francisco.

Out of Thin Air • Bill Edmondson

Dizzied to be this high
I’ve been making the argument:
Sugar says I love you every time
She counters with vegetables
We’re both laughing and I see
Her skin’s become translucent
Veins on the back of her wrist     hand
Streams seen from miles above
As I start to fall


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Bill has poems in or accepted by Field, Fugue, 
Confrontation, Silk Road, The Hollins Critic 
and other magazines.

Winter’s Anteroom • Andrew Sacks

An uninspired still-life.
White overhanging
Sun become clouds of invisibility
Naked clustered points for trees
     Birds chirping without omen.
A tick. A click.
No whisperings.
Paused air for wind
Sitting upon it all.


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Andrew Sacks is an English professor in 
two local California community colleges in the 
greater Los Angeles area, as well as in one 
private university. He teaches composition, pre-comp 
courses, and literature. He's a nationally rated 
chess Master. His published works include poetry, 
parodies of well-known poems, flash fiction, 
and articles on chess as well as other subjects.

Everything Must Go • Matt Morris

It began with an ashtray
thrown onto the lawn.
Wall hangings ensued–mirror,

sconces, a knock-off Seurat
in shards, frame & all.
A mahogany coffee

table joined the heap,
followed by lamps & matching
blue wing chairs that fairly flew

out the door. The couch
barely budged, but provided
time for reflection

about what to fill it with,
the emptiness still inside.


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Matt Morris has published in various magazines 
& anthologies. He lives on what remains of a f
arm on the side of a hill in the middle 
of nowhere with his schnauzer Barkley.

Death: Precious And Cheap • Annabelle Edwards

If I had dinner with death
What would we discuss as we dine
As I ponder his questions
Would he spring for a bottle of wine
If I was in a hurry
Would he wait for me to arrive
He's the type of precious
Who never comes a second
After the set time

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Annabelle Edwards is a young writer living in New York. 
Her work will appear in an upcoming issue 
of the White Ash Literary Journal. She also runs the 
and is currently working on her first chapbook.

Saturday Night • BZ Niditch

These city streets pass me
with intersecting signals
in a once red light district
like dances of the 80's
no longer exist,
my once new motorcycle
now abruptly cuts out
with every nightfall excuse
of always being late,
now I'm moving sidewise
blinded from new construction
in a rush of city traffic
prepared against me,
I'm outside a Brooklyn club
that has legendary jazz
with a run for my life
along tinted bar
and gig soundings,
suddenly flakes of snow
appear on my pea jacket
knowing the raw reality
of another dead cold storm
will not change my fate
in tempests of traffic
on weary alleyways
I'm still pledged
to a chip on my dark shoulder
yet recapture back my energy
from bygone strangers
even those who poison
the atmosphere
in boiling altercations,affairs
accidents,rumors,encounters
on this familiar road
which separates me
from my own blame games.


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B.Z. NIDITCH is a poet, playwright, fiction writer 
and teacher. His work is widely published in journals
 and magazines throughout the world, including: Columbia: 
A Magazine of Poetry and Art; The Literary Review; 
Denver Quarterly; Hawaii Review; Le Guepard 
(France); Kadmos (France); Prism International; Jejune 
(Czech Republic); Leopold Bloom (Budapest); 
 Antioch Review; and Prairie Schooner, 
among others. He lives in Brookline, Massachusetts.


Waste Hauler • Dan Jacoby

dean remembered
being stranded just
outside North Platte
called it the last green place
before the waste
of the grazing lands
smell of cattle and animal rot
drunk, chasing harvesting work-

imagine riding
straight line from
Omaha to Cheyenne
at 70 miles an hour
sharing a cross-legged joint
holding a brace chain on a flatbed
trying to piss off the back
to relieve oneself
of the past


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Dan Jacoby lives in Illinois on a very old 
family farm. He is a former student, 
special forces soldier, spy, steel 
worker, teacher, coach, mentor, and 
principal. He has three degrees: a BA 
from St Louis University in History 
and Literature, an MS in Physical 
Education from Chicago State University, 
and a MA in Education and Evaluation 
from Governors State University. 
He graduated from the US Army 
Intelligence School, Fort Holabird, 
Maryland, as a counterintelligence 
agent. He studied German language 
and history at the University of 
Innsbruck, Innsbruck Austria. 
Has traveled extensively in western 
Europe and parts of Asia. He is the 
web guy at hagamanhistoricalsociety.com 
which delves into the early history of 
Western Mound Township in Macoupin 
County, Illinois. He is co-administrator of 
JL Robinson Store which can be found on 
Facebook. He has published poetry in the
National Poetry Press Anthology and the 
Shore Review. He has work soon to be 
published in Red Fez and Wilderness House 
Literary Review.