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Stories & Essays
'57 Chevy
By Gary Moshimer
A Visit to India From America...
_ By Shubha Venugopal
Calista Flockhart and the MySpace Hoax
_ By Michael Frissore
Recollections and Revelations
_ By Elizabeth Harbaugh
Springtime Visits
_ By Phyllis Link
Stupendous Stew
_ By Malerie Yolen-Cohen
The Genius
_ By Ray Templeton
The Stranger Below
_ By Sam Vargo
_ By Louise Norlie
_ By Dan Devine
Vegetarian Rage
_ By John A. Ward
What Might Pass Between Them
_ By Alexandra Leake

A Glutton For Truth
_ By Richard Fein
A Question of Proper Form
_ By Richard Fein
Boiler Man
_ By Leland Jamieson
_ By Davide Trame
Lioness In Miniature
_ By Grace M. Murray
_ By Pete Lee
Real Life Elocution
_ By Richard Fein
Rewriting An Ending
_ By Rumit Pancholi
_ By Tim Shell
Seven Ways of Looking at a Full Moon
_ By Naiya Wright
_ By Jeanne Hugoe-Matthews
_ By Kristine Ong Muslim
_ By Patrick Frank
The Empty Spaces After You
_ By Rumit Pancholi
_ By Ed Higgins
Uncle Zebulon
_ By J.R. Salling

Art & Photography
Dora Calo
Robert Carter
Noah Erkes
Andrew Patsalou
Filip Wierzbicki


Rewriting An Ending
By Rumit Pancholi

The night of my 22nd, I dried out a torn Polaroid I saved
of Adam and me.

Wet, this picture of us at sixteen, poised
for a kiss, our bodies awaiting

the letting up of a storm, the cool shudder after
a firm handshake.

“Meet your Aunt Kalliya,”
(who’d wag her finger at me for no reason).

“She’ll never let you come out when we send you
to live with her

except to buy her cigarettes or get the mail,
but at least she’ll give you a home.”

At sixteen, no birthday songs, no cakes, but the camera
Adam gave me in secret.

Something, he told me that could make
more of him, no matter how many are torn.

Now in my kitchen window, I see my face is not the same
he would remember,

that I left with him only us rushing
in from the hail, our hands shaking cold.

But the way a domino falls, I don’t look away
until it is done:

a hammer drumming in me
in slow-motion, a coming to after a coma



RUMIT PANCHOLI earned a BA in English from the University of Maryland in May 2006 and is currently an MFA candidate in Poetry at the University of Notre Dame. His poetry has appeared in Banyan Review and Double Dare Press, among other places. In Rumit's free time, he likes to travel and write book reviews.