We’re pleased to publish today a short feature on Lori Ostlund, including a wonderful story and a short interview. Please look on the FEATURES page or just click here.
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Lori Ostlund Feature
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Kelly Renick
I just wish you didn’t feel the need
You are mostly silent but when you do speak you take that tone with me.
My bones break easily. You see me as fragile, watch where I walk, wrap my ankles in cotton when it rains. The doctor pulls my bones apart, bends my wrist back, pushes in a way
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Tablets
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Matt Salesses
Opposite of Succubus?
The Asian girl was a graphic designer. I stole her ideas when I could. She said she gave them to me. She had a thing about gifts. You couldn’t take anything from her. That was what frustrated me the most; she made everything I stole seem like a favor.
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One hundred words
We’re looking for 100–200 word pieces of fiction, nonfiction, or other, key element that they be interesting and not run-of-mill fare. If interested, send to us using this email link: Send me to BLIP at once!
Our fine staff of editors will
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Julia Johnson
Transparent Horse (I)
Equine anatomy fills the room,
a muzzle at the edge of the rug,
its pastern between the coronet and fetlock,
you are happy it is evening.
The cannon bone is spectacular and sharp,
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Nicholas Cook
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Len Kuntz
Ancient
“What’s the matter with you?” she asks.
Years ago I had a lot of time and would answer such idiotic questions. She was thin then, and used mascara, blush. Now everything’s loose and natural and I don’t like it one bit. Even the -
Jane Armstrong
Gri-Gri
Early in our association, the Warrior Poet said, “I’m a warrior poet. Before I walk into a place, I look around to make sure I can kill everyone in the room with my bare hands.”
Now the Warrior Poet is dead. Self-inflicted.
My father. WWII. U.S. Army, frontline infantry. Battle of the Bulge. Bronze Star. Purple Heart.
Before he shoots himself, he tries to take a couple of people out with him. My evil ex-stepmother, her current husband. The bullets graze the husband, but miss the stepmother. She hits the floor, plays dead, and prays and prays to her snow-globe Jesus, her cow face pressed against filthy carpet.
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Margaret Benjamin
It came to him him that ten of his thirty facebook friends had breast cancer and were running running races.
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Margaret Benjamin is the author of “Turtles and Magic,” a chapbook. She lives with her partner in Fresno, California, where -
Inspiring Films
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Meg Pokrass
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Eugene Corr
Ended up in SF headed back to BART after midnight — girls in their teens and twenties in tight shiny dresses, high heels, makeup, carefully coiffed and sexy a few hours before but now stumbling, hairdos coming apart, dress seams splitting on the heavier
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Cooper Renner
Nurse Normal
“Nurse normal,” the swain says every time the baby cries. “Like the cows do.”
Nurse normal with the naïve genius of the squat.
Nurse the merely dumb who can neither mumble nor squeak.
Nurse the bland and faint who
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Once was
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Stolen message
Scott Wright: Impact trauma is a term that we use to differentiate different things that might have caused the birds to appear the way they do when we conduct the necropsy, which is an autopsy of animals. And what we look for are specific
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Be not ubiquitous.
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Kara Candito feature
Please check the new poetry feature with Kara Candito. Poems presently, an interview and video to come.
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On comments & other notes
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