Fiction & Poetry
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Spewed out of God's Sixth Day WIDEopen post utero mouth, these zygotes,twin embryos, now grown, one buriedinside the other, tumblefall into Eden.History's first birth defect.That story about the rib?Hist...
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"If there was someway to make me have never been age seven, I would have chosen it. It would have remained the number of the days in a week, or the number in a game of hopscotch I would have t...
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She hikedSplit hoovesSplit lipSun then moon then sun againCrinkle earedSmash faced catHad whimperedScampered awayLeaving a trail of fleas like bread crumbsShe thought:Beauty has been drained of this pla...
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the potato woman raises one eye against the wrongful night, clutchingeach alien root like a childin her dirty skirts. tonight's harvest is a mouth not the white rock nor the mountain she had in mind, bu...
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Meet the Cover Artist
Malgorzata Jasinska: Artist Statement
My curse is my gift. My nightmares, deep sensitivity, and emotional instability gives the best (and most uncomfortable) inspirations I could ever have. For me, art is passion - and visions are the mirror, which show my feelings and connect me with the rest of the world.
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