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By Jordan Blum & RW Spryszak
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RW Spryszak is Editor at Large at Thrice Fiction and Thrice Publishing. He’s been a creative writer for several decades, with a special interest in alternative/surrealist/outsider writing and zines. His first novel, Edju, was published last September and may or may not be “the first pulse of a trilogy.”
In this episode of Cover to Cover with
– RW Spryszak
By Aidan Chafe
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Let go of the willing captives. The reborn followers.
Even the cruelest deserve to know you don’t exist.
Bring forth the freedom made by your absence.
Make a promise and keep it. Take this cup of
newfound wisdom across these
– Aidan Chafe
Author’s Note: “Prayer in the Age of Unreason” came about because of my current obsession with Judeo-Christian mythology. I was reading poetry from Jericho Brown and Katie Ford, as well as non-fiction and essays from Christopher Hitchens and Sam Harris. The combination became a tonic for me writing about religion.…
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By Richard Alured
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Because her brother, Ian, is prone and crying, Millie feels cross; she’s already ten and super interested in castles. Mummy enters the living room, pivots over a yellow building block, like a chicken, and hoists him up by the armpits:
“Come on, you’re a big boy. There’ll be a maze and an adventure playground! You can watch television any day of the week–but can you see a castle?”
She carries him under one arm–a big bellied troll with a captured kid–and restrains him in the child-seat where he whimpers until the engine’s vibrations seem to hypnotize him.
The car flows into traffic, turns glacial and
solidifies and the children both grow stolid in harmony. After the road has
come to a standstill Millie watches Ian blink and nod.…
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By Alex Lee
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By Eric Stiefel
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I walked to the foot of a clock tower. It was the end
of a ghost town, light filtering through dull windows,
birds turning their heads from their makeshift roosts.
A woman in a trench coat hurried to the top of the stairs,
hush, hush, her footsteps, the rain outside, a winter storm.
The blue made the birds seem breakable, the clock still—
everything else was darkness, not a click but a shudder,
which served as an explanation that even the perceptible
needs to be reminded of itself. The woman might have said
come with me, but I couldn’t tell. Not that I would have known
what to say. Sometimes my eyes are more
clever than a kaleidoscope, like a voice at the top of a stairwell
which says don’t you remember what could’ve been?…
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By Matthew Gowans
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My house just fell down.
I wish I was kidding. I’m sure, when the shock wears off and is replaced by devastation, I’ll wish that I was kidding even more.
It’s a Tuesday, my only day off work this week. I’d been down at the office, doing (and I’ll try not to go too into detail here) some work. My boss, whose name (and I’ll try not to go too into detail here) is Geoff, said I could go home early. He said it like he was taking a bullet- ‘ah, you know what, Tim? You can go on home. Yeah, on you go’- but I know he just wanted an excuse to also leave. It’s not like it’d impact the company in any way; most of what he does at work, most of what I do at work, can be done at home anyway.…
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By Carol Smallwood & Mary Langer Thompson
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An award-winning California poet, writer, and public school principal, Dr. Mary Langer Thompson was born in Illinois. She is active in the California Writer’s Club, High Desert Branch, and was California’s Senior Poet Laureate. She has given poetry and writing workshops and has authored poetry, nonfiction, and fiction. Her books can be found on Amazon.
Your recent book, The Gull Who Thought He Was Dull, is a beautifully color-illustrated book for young children about the adventures of Gus on the theme of self-worth. Your engaging word choices echo your background as a poet. How did you come to write it?
Thank you. Back in the ’90s, my husband and I were on a road trip, and we do a lot of
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