Paladinsane I

By James Vu

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Do you remember the days when men loved other men like sons,
or the days when women gave birth in the oceans of California?

The sea children and their tea notes schooling fish songs—
they kept a bath of grapes for paint in elegant professions.

Merlin painted near the sea.

I can’t tell what men love other men like these days,
or if women still give birth in oceans of California.

I can taste this sea in blood teas and floods,
and the grapes come in smaller packages.

They’ve never met a Merlin.

The fog horse and his paladin,
who ran out of crusades, 
forgets the sea is paid for.

The insects flay me for suits.

– James Vu

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A Cry in the Dark

By Saige Thornley

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Her hair was falling out.  She ran her fingers through its lengths, a fistful coming out and dropping to the hungry sink below, the rushing water of the faucet sweeping it off to its watery death.  It wasn’t supposed to be this way.

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            Kaida looked up into the sterile light fixture above her.  A bee hummed and darted across the room to the window.  Kaida was allergic to bees.  She hoped to God it wouldn’t come near her.  The fan in the corner circled toward her, blowing cool air her way.  Her hair fluttered, sending loose strands floating through the air, eventually statically magnetizing themselves to whatever unfortunate item of clothing had enough clingy, dry, static electricity running through it to be forever practically inseparable. …

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Dad, I don’t even eat Doritos

By Elizabeth Ponds

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July is a shit month, and I’ve wanted to die for about three weeks. Last night I dip-dyed my hair bright red to distract me from my broken mind. Unfortunately, it also distracted mi padre from his chicken casserole at supper tonight. He’s calling me to the living room now, away from the fifth Supernatural episode I’ve watched today. I slouch down the staircase, gripping the pinewood railing. I remind myself that under no circumstance will I cry in front of my father. He has no right to calmly observe my emotions like he did two months ago before my graduation. I wander into the living room where he lounges in his worn recliner. My mother sits on the love seat across from him and folds towels.…

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Broken Wing

By Alex Grey

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“Mama, did you know that when a mother goose sees a fox, she pretends to have a broken wing? She flaps and splashes away into deep water, so the fox follows her and drowns while her chicks hide all safe. Isn’t that brave?”

“I did not know that,” Pari said. She beamed as Alemi ran ahead of her in the wooded park that flanked the suburb’s sole shopping mall. 

“I saw it on the nature channel; it’s my favourite.” Alemi slowed down and caught his mother’s hand. “But why do the foxes follow the goose with the broken wing every time? They must be stupid!”

“They must be — everyone knows that you shouldn’t mess with mama geese; we’re the cleverest creatures on the planet.”

“You’re not a goose!…

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Forever

By Izaskun Gracia

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She doesn’t know what is she doing there. Or when did she think this whole theater was a good idea. Out of habit, she thinks, she did it out of habit, because Carlos was so tiresome that, in the end, she agreed only for him to close his mouth and leave her alone. She should have sent him to hell, but anyway.

She forces herself to think it isn’t so bad. In less than an hour, she will start drinking until she loses consciousness. She just wants her tongue to be free before they take her to bed so that she can tell everyone what she really thinks of them. She is going to tell her mother all the reproaches she’s been swallowing since she was a teenager, she’s going to throw in her father’s face his visits to “gentlemen clubs”, and then her future in-laws will be next.…

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Travel Writer Suzanne Roberts is a ‘Bad Tourist’

By Pam Anderson

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Suzanne Roberts – Bad Tourist

As a student in the Sierra Nevada University MFA program, I recently got to sit down with Suzanne Roberts to discuss her latest book, the memoir Bad Tourist (University of Nebraska Press, 2020). Beyond being a writing instructor, Roberts is an accomplished travel writer, named “The Next Great Travel Writer” by National Geographic Traveler Magazine. Her previous book Almost Somewhere: Twenty-Eight Days on the John Muir Trail (Bison Books, 2012) won the 2012 National Outdoor Book Award. Roberts has also published four volumes of poetry.

Even though I have had classes with Roberts and have attended literary events where she was in attendance, until I read Bad Tourist, I can’t really say that I knew her. To be honest, she intimidated me: she is a demanding instructor, and while friendly, she is unabashedly forthright.…

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Cover to Cover with . . . David Colodney

By Jordan Blum & David Colodney

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David Colodney

David Colodney is the author of the chapbook Mimeograph (Finishing Line Press, 2019). A two-time Pushcart nominee, his poems have appeared in South Carolina Review, Panoply, Gyroscope Review, and The Chaffin Journal.  David holds an MFA from Converse College, and lives in Boynton Beach, Florida, where he serves as Associate Editor of South Florida Poetry Journal.

In this episode of Cover to Cover with . . ., Editor-in-Chief Jordan Blum speaks with Colodney about Mimeograph, how father/son relationships impact us in general, his upcoming poem (“Turnstiles”), music, and much more!

– David Colodney

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