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Cover
Table of Contents
Editor's Notes
Donations
Submission
Guidelines
Website
Stories
& Essays
...gone
tomorrow
_ By
jp Rodriguez
Barbie
and the Burn Scars
_ By
Dion OReilly
Bright
Lights
_ By
Nicole Exposito
Cricket Theory
_ By
Sophia Alev
Dieciseis
_ By
Kate Delany
Fines Double In Work Zone
_ By
Brian Stumbaugh
Guy and Doll
_ By
John P. Loonam
Lake
_ By
Erlynda Jacqui Chan
Lala's Diner
_ By
Nicole Exposito
Laundry
_ By
Allison P. Boye
Love Story
_ By
Cynthia Burke
Magic Bags and Forgotten Princesses
_ By
Ken Goldman
Squirrels
_ By
Benjamin Buchholz
Poetry
Baking Bread and Other Subtleties
_ By
Leland Jamieson
Corpus Christi
_ By
Taylor Collier
Early Cold
_ By
Yvette A. Schnoeker-Shorb
Ekphrasis at the Mall
_ By
James Owens
Games In Your Uncle's Den
_ By
Robin Stratton
My Spanish Rose
_ By
Jose Rivera
Northern Lights, Southern Soul
_ By
E.F. Kramer
Posted on Fifth Avenue
_ By
J.R. Salling
Sirens
_ By
Naiya Wright
Summer Sojourn
_ By
Cheryl Butterweck-Bucher
The Himalayan Sunset
_ By
Rohith Sundararaman
Time Decays, Clots
_ By
Kristine Ong Muslim
Turn
_ By
Terrance Schaefer
Where You Rest
_ By
Stephanie N. Barnes
Art
& Photography
Bissan Alhussein
_ Paintings
E.W. Hung
_ Photography
Papa
Osmubal
_ Drawings
Linda
Pakkas
_ Drawings
Anastasiya Tarasenko
_ Paintings
Filip Wierzbicki
_ Paintings
and Digital Photography
Nancy Xu
_ Paintings
and Drawings
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Time
Decays, Clots
By
Kristine Ong Muslim
We shall dwell here
in the decaying house of your forefathers.
We begin our journey
inside this cold chamber
where the frail candlelights
lick the shadows off our feet.
Everything is silent here
for all the other gods are still
unborn.
We wait until the spiders can get to us
and burrow
oh so slowly into our hollow
belly-mouths.
The symmetry of this room, this frozen world
is hurting our eyes,
absorbing the stench of our becoming.
Outside
men are silently being born.
We alone know the shape
their destinies will take.
We shall wallow in the cloying scent
of their fallen innocence.
Now show me the black roses
and we shall feed.
Lovely, lovely
damnation.
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KRISTINE ONG MUSLIM has more than three hundred stories and poems published or forthcoming in mostly genre professional and small press magazines and anthologies. Some of her mainstream publication credits include poetry in
The Pedestal Magazine, Jones Av, The Journal, Bleeding Quill, and many other fine publications.
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