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Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, Inheritance

12.08.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, words to linger on by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags Inheritance By Louis Gallo A crack in the teacup opens A lane to the land of the Dead. –Auden Made in Occupied Japan, Belgium, made in Sudan, Chicago, Bavaria, these artifacts left behind, tucked in corners, behind posts, on shelves, stashed in secret niches throughout  my grandfather’s house, antiques from […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, Fancy You

12.07.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10 by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags Fancy You By Ivan Jenson You won’t be free but wheeling  slowly in a chair and you won’t  be sung to painted or  flattered except by  orderlies and nurses who will wait on your every need yet never give you what you want which will be all that you spent […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, Time Could Melt Away

12.06.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, today's words by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags Time Could Melt Away By Julie Ellinger Hunt We eat sushi in the dark on a cardboard box  while Coltrane sings about love. Then kiss on satin sheets lying on scuffed hardwood floors that would later shine for Mom when she comes to visit. Your hand behind my head. My […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, The Best of Us

12.05.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, today's words by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags The Best of Us By Galit Breen A breeze wisps my hair, cools my cheeks. Sliding off my flip flops, I cross my toes on the porch railing. The sturdiness of our home–worn wood, peeling paint–roughs against my skin. I don’t pull away. Bonfire remnants–delicious and smoky and crackling and […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, Thanksgiving Dinner

12.05.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, words to linger on by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags Thanksgiving Dinner By Joey Turner I’m breathing down the rusted-barrel of my heritage: my family; of an abstruse appendage that is somehow connected to my wire-brushed soul. And there you are pretending to smile, while fighting the urge to cry, with your comrades; traveling up the spiral staircase of my […]


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