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Cassie-Reprint by Frank Zafiro
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Old Aunt Sin-Reprint by Gary Lovisi
Yellow Mama-Reprint by Cindy Rosmus
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Widow's Might-Flash Fiction by M. C. Neuda
Saturday Night, Sunday Morning-Flash Fiction by Victor Clevenger
Sunday Evening-Flash Fiction by Victor Clevenger
Monday, Around Noontime-Flash Fiction by Victor Clevenger
The Woman on the Train-Poem by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
What Have Some of Us Become?-Poem by John D. Robinson
She Knows Something-Poem by John Lunar Richey
Harley Caress-Poem by Joe Balaz
The Unspoken Words-Poem by Ayaz Daryl Nielsen
A Thunderstorm's Sideshow-Poem by David Spicer
Fruits, Vegetables, and Mindy's Topaz Eyes-Poem by David Spicer
Catherine-Poem by J.J.Campbell
Failures With Past Lovers-Poem by J.J.Campbell
Stomp-Poem by David Mac
Wilt?-Poem by David Mac
Carol of the Bells-Poem by Robert Beveridge
Eden-Poem by Robert Beveridge
Crazy, Crazy-Poem by Marc Carver
Love-Poem by Marc Carver
The Worst Poet in the World-Poem by Marc Carver
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Strange Gardens
Gutter Balls
Calpurnia's Window
No Place Like Home
Dark Tales from Gent's Pens



by Joe Balaz



I’ve nevah seen one of her movies


but I tink I know

wat da action scenes look like.



Her face is just as sexy

as da one on da DVD picture online.


Da only difference

is dat she’s not wearing red lipstick


and she doesn’t have

dat same frizzy hairdo.



I checked da photo out

on my computer


so I could identify her


cause my neighbor

in my apartment building


said dat she frequented

da corner pizzeria.



I don’t even know

why I’m sitting heah


two tables away from her

watching her eat.


She no can see my quick glances


dat make me feel

like I’m looking through wun keyhole.



I swear


I’m not into pornographic pepperoni

or extra sleazy cheese


but I seem to be confusing myself

cause I kannot take my eyes off of her.



I imagine da room going dark


and da ghost of her cinematic exploits

materializing in frantic gyrations


on da wall behind her.



I don’t tink I’m stalking—

I don’t even know her.



Harley Caress

takes wun sip of her soft drink


as she finishes her slice.



Sliding da slender strap

of her purse ovah her shoulder


she stands

and den walks seductively


out da glass door.



I haven’t felt dis way

since I wuz wun teenager


watching my first X-rated flick.   



Risqué thrills                                                                                                                                  

and tantalizing frills—


looks like

dis sexual fantasy ting


is wun lifetime gig.

Joe Balaz writes in Hawaiian Islands Pidgin (Hawai'i Creole English) and in American-English. He edited Ho'omanoa: An Anthology of Contemporary Hawaiian Literature. Some of his recent Pidgin writing has appeared in Rattle, Juked, Otoliths, and Hawai'i Review, among others. Balaz is an avid supporter of Hawaiian Islands Pidgin writing in the expanding context of World Literature. He presently lives in Cleveland, Ohio.



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