In This Issue

  • Sugarman

    I have been a holy confectioner to the temple at Dioscurias the past 27 years. The first four years of my apprenticeship were spent toiling in the refinery, a miserable, soot-blackened building just off the main kitchens. Fiction by Steve Spaulding

  • Three Poems

    not even free / legal advice can save a dead ditch the men / put knives to cane; their pay comes in water, / in yellow manila sagging the branches Poetry by Garin Cycholl

  • The Magical Fruit

    It is snowing in Tokyo and, though there is the promise of a view of Fuji-san from my window, now the weather seems to have precluded such extravagance. By Alice Haisman

  • More Sugar!

    When you’re worried sick about a family member who has been sent off to a foreign land to be a target with feet by a president who can barely get it together to hit the ground when he falls off his bicycle, the obvious solution is to have a retired Army colonel run you through some Pentagon-approved laughter drills. By Patrick Russell

  • How to Get a Postcard Sent to You from Nigeria

    1. Find someone who is going to Nigeria and get their email address. This is easier than you think. By Denise Pace

  • I Am 17 Percent Finished!

    The third in a series of pieces sharing the experiences of a 30-something going back to law school after years away from the academic scene. By Sarah Petersen

  • Two Poems

    Thank you, Walt, for Goofy, / the man-dog hybrid, wherever you are / cryogenically contained, cheating death / in that bunker beneath one ride / or the other.  Poetry by Paul Guest

  • Sugar and Spice?

    Most of the girls I know prefer the “snakes and snails and puppy dog tails” side of lifeand until recently, I thought I did too. By Christine Chase

  • Wave Train

    The St. Croix River from the Gordon Dam to Danbury, Part II

    In all of the rain and paddling, we had forgotten that it was now Friday night and we were on a more popular section of the river. We were face to face with the Other Guy on the River. The only other paddler we had seen on the river in 29 miles. By Geary Yonker


  • From the Publisher

    Bare Branches

    A great loss creates a hole in your life, a deficit, but over time that deficit will be filled by the new growth of spring. My family and friends have since healed that wound in my life, but at this time of year, when the branches are bare, you can still see the scar. By Geary Yonker

  • Activism

    Up a Tree

    I squint up into the tree we’re all standing under. I don’t see anything. Then I hear it. The most pitiful, helpless sound I’ve ever heard. By Matt McCarthy

  • Spotlight Site

    More than Just Statistics is an immense reference tool where vetted statistics and international information from legitimate sources are presented together in one easy-to-use website. By Joe Martinez

  • Sounds

    Do tha Rite Thang

    The Ultrasonic Project

    From their upcoming EP release, recorded at Sawtooth Studios in Chicago, February 2006

    Music by The Ultrasonic Project, Copyright 2006

    Kirk Gregory, guitar
    Michael Cole, keyboards
    Mike Murrie, drums
    Jack Pieroth, bass
    DJ Petrified, turntables, electronics

Cover: © 2006, Amber Creger

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