June
[ii.] Navigate Her
Answers hide their faces & fail to fall, neither as riddles nor as rain. The night sky is a con; of this, she’s become certain.
[iii.] Waltz
The word sea in all its connotations; how water caresses the tops of thighs. Which girl is the fairest? she asks of another passing ship.
[iv.] Carnival
She asks, but a passing ship is not a boy: her there wading in the water on the morning she left to join the sea.
[v.] Fiji
A young summer is rife with the consequences of prayers for certainty: we may ask a shark for directions; it might then follow us home.
David Tomaloff is a writer, photographer, musician, and an all-around bad influence. His work has appeared in several anthologies and in fine publications such as Mud Luscious, A-Minor, >kill author, PANK, and elimae. He is the author of several chapbooks, including 13 (Artistically Declined Press), and A SOFT THAT TOUCHES DOWN &REMOVES ITSELF (NAP and Red Ceilings Press). His book of collaborative poetry with Ryan W. Bradley, YOU ARE JAGUAR, is due out summer 2012 from Artistically Declined Press. He resides in the form of ones and zeros at: davidtomaloff.com
Porcini by Annmarie Lockhart
He preferred steak,
rare, with red wine,
but all she ever ate
was fungus that grew
along the tree roots.
They chose heartache
over stomachache.
Annmarie Lockhart is the founding editor of vox poetica, an online literary salon dedicated to bringing poetry into the every day, and the founder of unbound CONTENT, an independent press for a boundless age. A lifelong resident of Bergen County NJ, she lives, works, and writes 2 miles east of the hospital where she was born.
No More Film
Anonymous
Too many moments lived through a glass lens and thrown in that musty drawer, she hugged her son as he blew out his seven candles.
Liquid Vinyl by Tracy Hauser
The needle scratched your spin back and forth, and sweatbands on wet hair pumped your choices. The blue strobe flashes on your rises and falls.
Tracy Hauser is an MFA graduate student at the University of Baltimore’s Creative Writing & Publishing Arts program. Currently she is the editor of the Strange Detours online magazine. She has been published in the latest issue of Abandoned Towers Magazine, the Urbanite, Epiphany Magazine, Marco Polo Arts Magazine, Writer’s Underground, Trivial Typewriter, the Colonnades Literary Magazine, Literary Brushstrokes, Blood & Roses, The Rusty Nail, and for the 2012 4th edition of Welcome Hon, You’re in Baltimore!. She is involved around the city in promoting writing through project-based learning activities for schools and organizations.
Two pieces by JY Saville
Flight of Fancy
He rode in on a silver horse and took them by surprise. She’d said come in character but hadn’t specified whose. He used his own.
Naked Truth
I watch the petals fall and know with sudden clarity that this marks the end. With those bare stalks, the last of us is gone.
JY Saville writes in the North of England and blogs at http://thousandmonkeys.wordpress.com; the nails that tap at her keyboard are not always purple.
Blue Lagoon by Joanna M. Weston
A long shallow dive into the blue of sunlit water. Reach up, grab her wrinkled old ankles. Pull her down. And the inheritance is mine.
Joanna M. Weston has had poetry, reviews, and short stories published in anthologies and journals for twenty-five years. Her middle-reader, ‘Those Blue Shoes’, published by Clarity House Press; and poetry, ‘A Summer Father’, published by Frontenac House of Calgary. Her eBook, ‘The Willow Tree Girl’ at her blog http://www.1960willowtree.wordpress.com/
Nailpolish Stories 