When you move to the opposite coast, you forget the tides. Please don't forget. This week's issue of 50 to 1 is full of awesome work. Forgetting The Tides features work by: Carter Jefferson, Thomas Scofield, Noel Sloboda, T. Guzman, Evan Schaeffer, Karyn Eisler, and Eric Bennett. As always, please comment, visit their sites and spread the word about the amazing 50 to 1! Submissions are slow. So slow, in fact, that the inbox is empty! Let's work together and get that filled up! So tell everyone you know. But no matter what you do, Forgetting The Tides, is something you should never do - only read! eNJoy!
-Glen
1st line by Eric Bennett
You will question my motives when I say you’re beautiful and you will suspect my kisses and my hand on your hip and the broad blade of my hunting knife.
Eric Bennett lives in New York with his wife and four children. He loves trees without leaves and the silence between songs on a vinyl record. His work appears in numerous literary and art journals including Bartleby Snopes, Prick of the Spindle, Dogzplot Flash Fiction 2009 Anthology, LITnIMAGE, and PANK.
You will question my motives when I say you’re beautiful and you will suspect my kisses and my hand on your hip and the broad blade of my hunting knife.
Eric Bennett lives in New York with his wife and four children. He loves trees without leaves and the silence between songs on a vinyl record. His work appears in numerous literary and art journals including Bartleby Snopes, Prick of the Spindle, Dogzplot Flash Fiction 2009 Anthology, LITnIMAGE, and PANK.
Secret Beef by Karyn Eisler
The deli deals only in free-range organic meat. The sign says: “Non-Medicated, Locally Grown, Chicken, Buffalo, Beef ”. One day, just a block from their shop, I saw the owners eating Whoppers at Burger King. The next day, after closing, I saw them at McDonald's with Big Macs in their cheeks.
Karyn Eisler has appeared or is forthcoming in PicFic, BluePrintReview, The Battered Suitcase and Geist. She lives in Vancouver, Canada. Visit her here.
The deli deals only in free-range organic meat. The sign says: “Non-Medicated, Locally Grown, Chicken, Buffalo, Beef ”. One day, just a block from their shop, I saw the owners eating Whoppers at Burger King. The next day, after closing, I saw them at McDonald's with Big Macs in their cheeks.
Karyn Eisler has appeared or is forthcoming in PicFic, BluePrintReview, The Battered Suitcase and Geist. She lives in Vancouver, Canada. Visit her here.
The Dying Wife by Evan Schaeffer
The dying wife confessed to her husband that she'd always known about his secret life but hadn't loved him enough to care. Sensing a bluff, the husband denied everything. Only later did he realize his mistake: his wife, now gone, had had secrets too, and these might haunt him forever.
Evan Schaeffer's writing has been published in Artful Dodge, the Chicago Tribune, and elsewhere. His complete publishing history can be found at www.evanschaeffer.com. He lives in St. Louis.
The dying wife confessed to her husband that she'd always known about his secret life but hadn't loved him enough to care. Sensing a bluff, the husband denied everything. Only later did he realize his mistake: his wife, now gone, had had secrets too, and these might haunt him forever.
Evan Schaeffer's writing has been published in Artful Dodge, the Chicago Tribune, and elsewhere. His complete publishing history can be found at www.evanschaeffer.com. He lives in St. Louis.
Lineage by T. Guzman
We look alike. People say so all of the time. They ask about your birth and how I lost the baby weight. I do not tell them the story of you.
Someday, you too will have questions. But I will still be here - long after you’ve traced your bloodline away.
T. Guzman writes in flatlands of Texas.
We look alike. People say so all of the time. They ask about your birth and how I lost the baby weight. I do not tell them the story of you.
Someday, you too will have questions. But I will still be here - long after you’ve traced your bloodline away.
T. Guzman writes in flatlands of Texas.
Indelible by Noel Sloboda
So, it was his pen that had been rattling around inside the dryer. He stared at
the black ink spread across the tablecloth, searching for inspiration: an
excuse to tell his wife. Yet as he tried to envision a scene in which she
forgave him, he saw only dark spots.
Noel Sloboda is the author of the poetry collection Shell Games (2008) and
the chapbook Stages (2009).
So, it was his pen that had been rattling around inside the dryer. He stared at
the black ink spread across the tablecloth, searching for inspiration: an
excuse to tell his wife. Yet as he tried to envision a scene in which she
forgave him, he saw only dark spots.
Noel Sloboda is the author of the poetry collection Shell Games (2008) and
the chapbook Stages (2009).
Thursday by Thomas Scofield
He was prepared for the betrayal. He was prepared for the hot sting of leather as the reins cracked across his face. What he was not prepared for was the way the anger held him motionless, frozen like a statue. His father mistook it for fear.
His father was wrong.
Thomas Scofield is a graduate of Yale University. He studied Shakespeare in Stratford-upon-Avon, acted in New York City and has spent the last five years trading lines for lucre. His drink of choice is Irish Cider and he likes mashed potatoes on his pizza. He currently lives with his partner across from an historic park, which is excellent, as he loves trees. http://www.thomasscofield.com.
He was prepared for the betrayal. He was prepared for the hot sting of leather as the reins cracked across his face. What he was not prepared for was the way the anger held him motionless, frozen like a statue. His father mistook it for fear.
His father was wrong.
Thomas Scofield is a graduate of Yale University. He studied Shakespeare in Stratford-upon-Avon, acted in New York City and has spent the last five years trading lines for lucre. His drink of choice is Irish Cider and he likes mashed potatoes on his pizza. He currently lives with his partner across from an historic park, which is excellent, as he loves trees. http://www.thomasscofield.com.
Horticulture by Carter Jefferson
I dug the garden for an hour and a half this afternoon. It's November,
and soon everything will freeze. But we'll plant bulbs tomorrow, and no
matter what else goes to Hell, we'll have flowers next spring.
Carter Jefferson is editor of the Internet Review of Books:
http://internetreviewofbooks.com. He's published essays, stories,
reviews, memoirs, and news stories on the Web and in print.
I dug the garden for an hour and a half this afternoon. It's November,
and soon everything will freeze. But we'll plant bulbs tomorrow, and no
matter what else goes to Hell, we'll have flowers next spring.
Carter Jefferson is editor of the Internet Review of Books:
http://internetreviewofbooks.com. He's published essays, stories,
reviews, memoirs, and news stories on the Web and in print.