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Ghost Wars
Poetry by Vince Gotera
In Ghost Wars, Vince Gotera, Editor at the North American Review, brings together a career of poetic considerations about the experience of war and its aftermath in this timely chapbook. Denise Duhamel writes "The poems in Ghost Wars are the tickers off the bottom of CNN's screen pushing out of the TV and flourishing like vines in our living rooms." Allison Joseph notes "Lively, compassionate, and intelligent, the poems of Ghost Wars are a necessary balm for our uncertain national psyche."
Ghost Wars is a signed and numbered edition limited to 500 copies.
$5.00 32 pgs. 8 1/2 by 5 1/2
ISBN 0-9742764-0-5
Laugh. Damnit.
Poetry by Ahkos
Feeling pretentious? Walk away now. The poems in this collection target poetic self-importance with humor and a bit of an edge. Formed in (and in response to) Boston's open mic scene, "Laugh. Damnit." will make you smile, or else.
$1.00 16 pgs.
Bad Men
Microfiction by Jim O'Loughlin
Four short short stories that made their debut at the Final Thursday Reading Series. They weren't originally intended to be part of a collection; it just happened that way. Find out what happens to the lounge lizard, the ex-con, the slacker student, and the serial monogamist.
$2.00 18 pgs.
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from "Killer Karl Krupp"
by Ron Sandvik
Panama, the place in the Americas where God reached down and squished the land mass between thumb and forefinger. He made it into a thin bridge of land between two larger masses, and because God is playful he gave it a little tweak so it became an s-shape on its back. As soldiers and sailors stationed on this ridge between the oceans, we laugh hard, sipping beer on a rear-area barracks balcony. In 1988 civilians drive freely on roads between the military positions and the areas where skirmishes have occurred and it is difficult to tell who is what. Our mortars fire in distant positions, unassuming little pops. No war, just tension and we bristle with the new HUMVEEs, TOW launchers, SUVs in all configurations, and somebody on our side kept sending out illumination rounds to ward off anything bad. The illumination rounds whistle out into the darkness and arc over the blackened jungle jade walls that encased everything in our world. We are nervous but take great pains to show that we are not.
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