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TABLE OF CONTENTS i ride a train joyce richardson we will pardon the witches of salem joyce richardson le cirque lee glantz beach thing mary king only me mckinley henson barely a portrait, images, transitions michael lee johnson crossing the border divide michael lee johnson this isn’t a nightmare william doreski clay-colored william doreski the girl on the moor michelle deloatch red wave michelle deloatch a youthful old soul nicholas powell POETRY 197 203 204 205 206 207 217 226 230 237 238 239 15 December 2015 248 249 254 255 256 272 273 277 282 283 291 292 faust phil slattery hungry moon robert perez find shelter wendy l. schmidt eight arms to hold robert perez chop those mice sally basmajian mutual rape soren james a corporeal dilemma stephanie smith a thought and a violin stephanie smith the screams of winter stephanie smith what makes the man? t.c. powell me that was tyree campbell staying in on pay-day night bradford middleton REVIEWS & ESSAYS edgar g. ulmer’s detour into darkness denise noe 292 6 The Literary Hatchet
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Page 9 and 10: y wayne scheer Douglas Feiffer no l
Page 11 and 12: pages, the minimum called for. Norm
Page 13 and 14: Douglas recalled the stories his so
Page 15 and 16: [poetry] How much time dare we hope
Page 17 and 18: oad and became concrete sidewalk ag
Page 19 and 20: “Look at me,” Robert demanded i
Page 21 and 22: anymore. Time was invaluable, and G
Page 23 and 24: [poetry] My body slithers across a
Page 25 and 26: [poetry] The hush of the wonder the
Page 27 and 28: The dog sat and licked its near non
Page 29 and 30: thicker here, suffocating. It was e
Page 31 and 32: [poetry] The waltzing spirits, once
Page 33 and 34: Maybe I misunderstood, Head bowed l
Page 35 and 36: oses. Winter was encroaching, and t
Page 37 and 38: Outside, still shirtless, he thrash
Page 39 and 40: [poetry] The crouching darkness fil
Page 41 and 42: for the week. It was a rude interru
Page 43 and 44: driving? I glanced toward my front
Page 45 and 46: [poetry] In the light Darkbreak Pic
Page 47 and 48: spilling the washing onto the groun
Page 49 and 50: in there. She lifts the latch and o
Page 51 and 52: She’s forgotten about the doorbel
Page 53 and 54: [poetry] In the heart of New York C
Page 55 and 56: Daniel tried to ignore it, but foun
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that revealed the darkened space of
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[poetry] Mannequins walk through a
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could even find a spot for this fel
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[poetry] Was I not too young, tell
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“You don’t know jack-shit!” J
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The club was playing some music fro
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[poetry] From the sky, nightmares d
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[poetry] The writer faltered on the
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Here’s a man, a likely fella You
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with those giant-legged jeans my da
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All I remember from the rest of tha
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[poetry] A multitude of species sha
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I love women of this sort. Even in
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shriek. He dropped the cigarette an
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[poetry] There is a secret god I wo
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everything she wanted for him; ever
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He closed the door gently and start
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to say as calmly as possible. “Ca
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The cups throbbed at her nipples, t
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[poetry] It’s a new generation ri
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her hips. Unseen fingers reached in
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“I know, sweetheart, and that’s
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10:25 a.m. Helen desperately wanted
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“Over there.” Martin pointed to
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Helen nodded. “Me too. What a bap
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off. And I was surprised at how man
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[poetry] My town nicknamed, ‘Mini
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“Give me another one, pal,” the
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sadly, as if waiting for him to joi
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esembled the wreckage of a flying s
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too heavy, at which point he gave u
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along with his mother’s and fathe
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[poetry] It stood an elephant of bo
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hair and landing on my face. I stru
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and there is only an apple with a s
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[poetry] I’m no captain you won
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[poetry] I stared at my shadow toda
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No possibility of parole. She took
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grown women aren’t like kids and
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Murderer! She had shouted in incomp
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Lily searched her memory. She strok
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[poetry] Cheru’s the allergic emp
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“Jeff Morris, spinner of tales of
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A shot winged past my left thigh, r
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[poetry] Remember my wedding? How s
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knotted rugs, designer bags and shi
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The angels of the house slept in th
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[poetry] On the glistening ice, a y
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and lay there thinking. I think a l
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No leftovers to clue me in. In fact
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[poetry] My cat eyed girl stands by
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I revved my Rascal scooter with my
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your painkillers—OxyContin, oxyco
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[poetry] Faster I ran, faster it sp
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He frowned at her. “Like, I live
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ut that would have looked just weir
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[poetry] The world blasts in one no
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y m.y. kearney reasoning came to th
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[poetry] Limestone walls twelve fee
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[poetry] —janne karlsson The Lite
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mean, I like good-looking women—t
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“Why wasn’t she picking up the
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wanted to open an account. Now are
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[poetry] We’re all night in the o
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Lifelong resident, Jeannie Stack, i
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interested in the past and the way
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—aletheia adams —janne karlsson
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When I noticed her at the winter ma
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[poetry] Footsteps behind Or in my
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[poetry] I ride a train that’s ca
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that my plots are imaginative and c
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When they got around to celebrating
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[poetry] No longer will we see your
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[poetry] Some ate bread and cheese
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[poetry] (Niles High School, Niles,
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The days are growing long and the n
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morning or stuck around long enough
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know about him and that will keep y
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You want to panic and turn, run and
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[poetry] Crossing that Canadian lin
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walked away with a good chunk of Br
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the cheek, then another on the fore
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“Exactly. It can’t hurt, right?
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stepped out of the apartment. I fel
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for my cowardice. Evolution doesn
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y ray mears terrible the weather fe
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Churned by pendulum-like waves, the
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flower enveloped it, warmth from th
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[poetry] I saw a kindly man ahead,
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[poetry] Amber hair shades my hazel
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Mr. William Gillette has made many
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“Well, I’m glad you see it that
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said, “Very pleased to make your
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you. Now, we are happy to take you
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[poetry] We watched god die as a st
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Sheila leaned on the horn. Trapped
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“Okay.” He turned his attention
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[poetry] Inside the jagged mouth of
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I can’t wait all night, poor Beth
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“Overall…experiment…implement
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“Basement,” I mumbled, terrifie
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The crack of the gunshot breaks the
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You close the doors behind you and
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even permitted you into the corrido
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your new home. It’s not a luxury
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You hesitate before pressing the li
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[poetry] Bodies falling one by one
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scream—the clicking sound startle
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[poetry] Strings sing savagely like
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on the train platforms these days.
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Before he could move, the train’s
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[poetry] The savage bought a suit I
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y leland neville “I’m Detective
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was—the woman who replaced Lauren
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“Why did Olivia leave?” “We d
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[poetry] No friends, only competito
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The song that riled him? “I Can
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include cigarettes appearing out of
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Roberts fears being suspected of mu
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[advertisement] Lizzie Borden: The
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Lizzie Borden: Girl Detective Intro
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Fabiyas MV is a writer from Orumana
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Josh Craven is an attorney and writ
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Stuart Guthrie is an English teache
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Bradford Middleton lives in Brighto
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