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The Wrong Thing to Say-Fiction by Bill Baber
Late One Night, We Killed them All-Fiction by Kenneth James Crist
Call it in the Air!-Fiction by Jim Farren
Arendt and Eichmann: Behind Bars-Fiction by Edward Francisco
A Provocation Game-Fiction by Norbert Kovacs
Carol's-Fiction by G Emil Ruetter
Casting Call for a Tijuana Firing Squad-Fiction by j brooke
Preserving Beauty-Fiction by Paul Michael Dubal
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Meat-Fiction by F. Michael LaRosa
The Internship-Fiction by Henry Simpson
The Knife She Done it With-Fiction by Matt Phillips
Almond-Flash Fiction by Francis Woodland
Squatters-Flash Fiction by Paul Beckman
The Cookie Crumbles-Flash Fiction by Cindy Rosmus
A Funeral Pyre-Flash Fiction by Karen Schauber
Twist-Flash Fiction by Ram Praseth
Something Has Happened-Poem by Judith Partin-Nielsen
unbound-poem by ayaz daryl nielsen
Sweet Rivalry-Poem by Meg Baird
when it comes round-Poem by Meg Baird
Dat No Apply to Debra-Poem by Joe Balaz
No Can Change Its Stripes-Poem by Joe Balaz
Infested-Poem by John Grey
Living With the Dead-Poem by John Grey
They-Poem by John Grey
Chesapeake Night-Poem by Gregory E. Lucas
Sunrise on Port Royal Sound, SC-Poem by Gregory E. Lucas
The Final Dream-Poem by Gregory E. Lucas
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Calpurnia's Window
No Place Like Home
Dark Tales from Gent's Pens



by John Grey



As they drenched my head in cockroaches,

the insects scattered down my cheeks, my shoulders,

inside my shirt, down and then up my pants’ legs.

I remember that feeling even now, as I lie in bed with you.

That’s not sweat bubbling from all points in my body.

It’s memory that not even your gentle touch can fool.

For your fingers scamper around my thigh.

Your tongue sprints across my lips.

And there in your eyes, I see brown carapace,

while your hair trickles my brow like feelers.


So I am sorry if I roll away,

if I reach for the spray can, stain the sheet between us.

For, when I was young, some kids played a diabolical trick on me.

And yes, I expected love to be a singular event.

But it comes on to me in such numbers.




John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in Examined Life Journal, Studio One, and Columbia Review, with work upcoming in Leading EdgePoetry East, and Midwest Quarterly.

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