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We bring you five women in our current issue. Not one. Not two. Not six. Five.
We start off with Julie Payne, a good name for a woman who writes so provocatively about beer honey.
Oliva bats her eyes and hits a field goal with the irreverant but drop-heavy shame, a crowd favorite. Someone named A. Ray Bright freudianly replaces nipples with dark circles and yet readers, her message is clear in her well chosen, and dare we say, prosaic words about that famous astrologist Dante. And we have two return writers. Certainly we all remember iN.D.i who tickles that space between our thumb and index finger yet again with dewed, a controversial look at feeling good. Kelly Mchone ends our evening with backlight, a triumph of words that ends, mwah, just right.
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fiction/poetry
julie payne
"Effie hangs out at the cigarette shop without her tongue. She stands by the cartons of Marlboros and screeches at customers about how people who don't smoke can lose their tongues. She says sometimes all it takes is a mean daddy with nicotine stained fingers, a pair of pruning sheers and a hungry dog. Or she's giving out a recipe for honey beer. It's hard to tell."
oliva
"Fraud yelled FIRE
loud and long
and did tote her sack through ancient trees
filled with seeds of screams
she dodged the naysayers
and she beat down oppressors
and she ran all the red lights she could find.
police tape? she burned it.
and teacups were smashed"
A. Ray Bright
"he's not recognisable as a dead famous writer
the steam coming off his feet
gives him away though
and the celestial blue about his eyes
dark circles never looked like a summer sky before."
iN.D.i
"freedom felt good for a moment
and then a car horn confirmation spoiled
the solitude of enjoyment, and a breaking bottle
ended it completely"
kelly mchone
"Twisted in warm metal and cool cool air
so much harder than the hot hot sheets I've become accustomed to
but clearly softer, fingers clutching
cotton gathered in nails
limbs lifted to the liquid fire
yet moving
side to side to side and up and slam
easy"
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