Volume 3 Issue 35 (10 December 2013) Archives

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I have a cassette tape, marked only “Holiday Dinner,” that holds just over twenty-three minutes of...

Posted by Brian Simoneau | Dec 10, 2013 | Poetry

Cherry trees along the canal struggle out of winter. Red brick ripples on the surface, laps...

Petroleum jelly, Epsom salt, Pan-Cake foundation, dental floss 8 x 7 ½ in. (20.3 x 19 cm) Don’t...

Buttons to close. Buttons at the back of the collar, not the front. Habit draws my fingers...

Posted by Lori Toppel | Dec 10, 2013 | Flash Fiction

I am a private man, a man of muted shades. My hair is the color of ash. My eyes are pale, framed...