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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 “Fish Story”
by Karris Golden
Lalee was six when northeast Iowa's rivers took over. It was her first full-blown talking memory, complete and alive with the music of creation's voices.
Twenty years later, she wouldn't remember if the floods destroyed houses or if people died. Instead, she recalled her mother's hand, tight around hers, and her little brother's need to stay close at her waist. In her reverie, she could stop time and hear their shoes, slick on wet grass, and their breath keeping cadence with the water that ate away at the Cedar River's banks.
Most of all, Lalee remembered the smell of fish rotting in the park, left behind when the waters finally receded. Hundreds of grounded fish littered the banks of her beloved Cedar River Park, refusing to dry in the cool damp air.
Their lips were parted, gills expanded, as if God had ceased them mid-struggle. Flat eyes bulged and Lalee and her brother Kye jabbed at them with sticks. Her mother ignored this.
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