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Stories & Essays
'57 Chevy
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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
Truant
_ By Louise Norlie
Vacation
_ By Dan Devine
Vegetarian Rage
_ By John A. Ward
What Might Pass Between Them
_ By Alexandra Leake

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

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

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Sideways
By Kristine Ong Muslim


In the alleys, the teenagers are rotting - nostrils plugged with crystal meth. Sometimes, you want to drive stakes through their hearts to make the defunct organs beat again.

The stray cats prowl on top of the trash cans; in this filth, their fur remains clean.

A creature of the sunset darts past. Its sap trickles down to leave a trail for you to follow, but you never talk, you never stare, much more follow strangers.

There's Rebecca, Ms. Kansas 1985. Now she's living with an alcoholic inside a flat with a ceiling that leaks every time it rains. Back in high school, you like her a lot. So you do not wish for a lot of rain.

You remember reading Gwendolyn Brooks in the meager light of December until you were shaking (not because of the cold).

Guided by your artificial light, you resist a pocketful of luck and braid a handful of roads.

You smile at Mr. Burke - once a shoplifter, now a chef for the newly opened French restaurant downtown.

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KRISTINE ONG MUSLIM's poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Adbusters, Bleeding Quill, Color Wheel, Her Circle Ezine, The Pedestal Magazine, T-Zero, Tipton Poetry Journal, Turnrow, WORDs DANCE and Antithesis Common. She lives in the Philippines and has written more than three hundred stories and poems for genre, mainstream and literary publications in Australia, Canada, UK and USA.

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