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THUGWISE CAT

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!"#$%&#'$$ By Simon Perchik And this stone turns its back the way streams even in snow crush you under the descent smelling from moonlight and toward each other though there's still some rain inside all night flowing beneath your feet as gravel and whispers –with one sharp stone you open your mouth as if she is more thirsty than the others and every path glows with ice is singing that old love song carried in your arms clearing the way to her lips and one by one each night heavier, reaches up for the darkness and go. Author bio: Simon Perchik is an attorney whose poems have appeared in Partisan Review, Forge, Poetry, Osiris, The New Yorker and elsewhere. His most recent collection is Almost Rain, published by River Otter Press (2013). For more information, including free e-books, his essay titled “Magic, Illusion and Other Realities” please visit his website at www.simonperchik.com. 46

Dark and Stormy By Katy Lasell Past the graveyard on my run I visit mother just for fun Lie down for I am ill at ease And fall asleep beneath the trees Awaken in the cream moonlight creatures all around me tight their eyeless wagging clean and clacking heavy legs in dirt are dragging drinking chatting noiseless laughing help me mother why is father here beneath the starry altar serving drinks to all the headless armless sapped of power something’s wrong the end is near I smell it read the stones are clear and lichen tossed the scruffy gravel sounds the pounding of the gavel tastes the flavor of the pomegranate sweet and final earless but the tones are spinal ask me if I’d like a sip or father if he’d like to sit and take a load off for awhile if they had mouths they’d surely smile if they had teeth they’d surely chew awake me from this ghost-fed stew you cannot I am all alone and you are sick suburban home and sixty and you haven’t asked what it feels like lying in the grass, to know. Oh Father it was terrible. But the cocktails the ghouls were serving really hit the spot. Is it time for another Oxycontin now? Author bio: Katy Lasell is a fiction writer and poet based in New York. 47

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