("MATE," a story by Robert Castle)

The Pillsbury-Larkin Match is a hypermodern game, in which control becomes the real necessity.


(a poem by Ellen Welcker)

You can watch a man left open / He is a hand-crank music box


(a story by Julianna Spallholz)

On the day of the slaughter your wife came to my house, and when I opened the door she cried.


(two poems by Nick Sturm)

WHEN I AM DRUNK I FEEL GLOBALLY POSITIONED


(Franz Nicolay on his first accordion)

I've been an accordion player, among other things and with varying interpretations of the word "professional," for a little over ten years.


(Dana Rossi on "November Rain")

To which Slash just sighed and said, "Dude, we have GOT to get a bigger apartment." Slash? No stranger to sharing.


(an InDialogue with Brad Liening and John Jodzio)

I read a story from the book called "I Only Have Sex With Ladies Named Jean." I was hoping that there were some Jean's in the audience to offend, but no one came up to me afterward.


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