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Three Book Reviews by Max Fielding

Benjamin Schmitt

1 The ancients shared stories through ears, for them literature was an oral (or aural) tradition spoken to audiences and passed down to each new generation. In modern times stories are mostly shared through the e...
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MAMMAL – new poems by Richard Loranger – Review

Richard Modiano

MAMMAL by Richard Loranger 128 pages ISBN: 978-0-937804-91-9 Publication date: October 2023 Roof Books
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Cannonball

Ron Riekki

In prison, we talk about film. We fantasize about film. We talk about prison movies as if the real prison doesn’t exist, as if there is only Clint Eastwood and Alcatraz, only Paul Newman and his chain gang. Because ...
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Archivist

Ian C. Smith

Like being drawn by a soaring choir to an ancient cathedral high on the ramparts of an enchanting city I am in thrall to scungy streets replayed in my mind. I see lampposts disappear into fog in my early boyhood near London,...
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A Modest Proposal

Jonathan Swift

For preventing the children of poor people in Ireland, from being a burden on their parents or country, and for making them beneficial to the publick. It is a melancholy object to those, who walk through this great to...
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Solid Oak

Mary Lewis

From her table at the kitchen window Francine glanced out to the road half a mile away to see if the mailman made a stop at their box. A car turned into the long driveway and stopped half way, started again and came another...
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TRIPPING WITH A VIPER – by Anne Marie Maxwell – review

Marc Olmsted

Tripping with a Viper By Anne Marie Maxwell Mystic Boxing Commission $29.99 available at: www.sparringartists.com Reviewed by Marc Olmsted Much has evolved around Neal’s long lost Joan Anderson letter as the key to Jack Kerouac’s spontaneous bop prosody. Rediscovered, the big surprise is that it has nothing to do with Kerouac’s streamlined stream-of-consciousness experimental prose. Instead, it moved Jack into writing first person and about actual events with the mad energy of the multiple pages Neal had produced with blazing enthusiasm. Tripping with a Viper fills in some first-person Beat history that explains some more of the legend that is Neal Cassady. The viper of the title is actually also a “pot-head” as referenced in the song “When You’re a Viper,” written by Stuff Smith and first recorded by Rosetta Howard. Still, the ambiguity of this title can’t be merely shaken off. Anne Mar...
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George Street

Ronald Jackson

Under a milky overcast, Tass Warfield crept through the rear window of an abandoned rowhouse on George Street and stood for a time in the silent kitchen. Wide gaps in the worn-down linoleum exposed the old tile flooring, a c...
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Discarded

Linda Boroff

The silent, empty cubicles of the Discarded remain untouched, their gray, padded walls still displaying the cartoons, awards, and post-it notes of their late occupants. Computer towers stand inert beside telephones patiently...
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POETRY DAZE – Minimalist Poems, Millionaire Dreams, and Andrew Wylie Before He Became “The Jackal”

Jeff Goldberg

Andrew Wylie is as rich and powerful as he always wanted to be, a super-agent known in the publishing world as “The Jackal” for stealing writers from their longtime, loyal agents and publishers. Victor Bockris—who spun...
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The Other Dave

David Larsen

I wasn’t eager to open the door in a motel room at three in the morning. I may be foolish, but I’m not stupid. “Who the hell is it?” I shouted through the closed door. I pushed on the door to get some idea as...
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Summer-Rain

Alhana McNutt

My feet, as if acting on their own, start running towards the Ocean. They take me to the center of the beach and come to a halt. I take a moment to catch my breath and look up to the sky, my eyes filling with tears. After a ...
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Three Years

J. Boyett

Bob didn’t really think the three girls were going to fuck him. But if they’d been three twenty-something males who’d knocked on the door of his isolated backwoods house after dark, he likely wouldn’t have invited th...
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A Tiny Seed

Michael Gray

There’s a huge thingamajig outside the Buddy Holly Center in Lubbock. I reckon you’d call it a sculpture. It’s a big old pair of glasses nearly as tall as me. You could fit your body behind just one lens. I do that and...
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