I’ve never been shit on by a bird. A friend, who’s been shit on twice, told me it smells awful though it looks like lumpy white paint, which reminded me of Mary Catherine Gay giving an oral presentation on the Mayans in front of the entire third grade. She got so nervous her lips chuffed over her horsy teeth and she wet herself. From under her white skirt, a streamlet ran down her leg and soaked her ankle sock. Her piddle spread on stage as the blood in her face. The laughter, the loss of control was reason enough for her to cry forever.
Originally featured in issue 31.1
Chas Blankenship is a recent graduate from Stephen F. Austin State University with a Bachelor’s in creative writing. His poetry has appeared in HUMID and his fiction has appeared in Crab Fat Magazine. He lives in Dallas, Texas.
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The Cake Maker
—for Evelyn Blair
Each pulled rose
became a gift,
built in wild
by an aging hand.
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A poet and emerging author, Thayne Casper’s “Little Lamb” plays with exactly what it means to be human. Having spent his life surrounded by the Rocky Mountains, both he and his writing continue to be inspired by the depth of the Pacific North West. He and his girlfriend currently reside in Boise, Idaho, with their Olde English Bulldogge, Winston.
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When white oak seedlings bloom
in my gutters, I leave alone
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After military and business careers, William Locke Hauser is engaged in a third career of writing fiction. Hauser’s recent publications include titles in Rosebud Magazine, Conceit Magazine, Copperfield Review, and Stand. Originally from North Carolina, Hauser and his wife reside in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, with a summer home in Reston, Virginia. They have two married sons.
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—Valerie Loveland Continue reading “The Remedy”
Once I Had My Thoughts
In the old-time postcards
whole parks of lovers strolled
and kids rolled hoops
in great public zones of closed mouths.
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