The title of the new issue of 50 to 1, Asleep On Our Feet, fits the last few weeks of my life fairly well, I think. My sincere apologies for its lateness. This issue features work by Carmen Rabil-Eichman, Peter LaBerge, S.G. Rogers, Joan Gilfillan, Daybert Linares and Kyle Hemmings.
Paul is behind on pretty much everything writing-related, and worse off for it. He would love it if someone would please "loan" him a winning lottery ticket so he can spend less time working.
1st Line by DAMM
His only reclamation was that the regret festered as he chewed it, a sad, clumpy bubble gum of should have been.
DAMM was born raised and will probably die in Glenwood Springs Colorado. He is father to two lovely daughters Kira and Hunter, has traveled the Western United States by box car and thumb, and genuinely believes in mankind to be decent. His work SlackJack was published in the Slingshot Litareview and can be found hanging around (entirely too much) at dammswordworld.wordpress.com.
His only reclamation was that the regret festered as he chewed it, a sad, clumpy bubble gum of should have been.
DAMM was born raised and will probably die in Glenwood Springs Colorado. He is father to two lovely daughters Kira and Hunter, has traveled the Western United States by box car and thumb, and genuinely believes in mankind to be decent. His work SlackJack was published in the Slingshot Litareview and can be found hanging around (entirely too much) at dammswordworld.wordpress.com.
Manhattan Love Story by Kyle Hemmings
In city windows, we look like, sad steroidal aliens. To whom do we belong? It’s 5:30 a.m. and wet. I want another cup of coffee, black, no sugar. On a dance floor of spilled liquor and sweat, we acted out our fantasies of white swan heartbreak.
Kyle Hemmings is the author of three chapbooks of poems: Avenue C (Scars Publications), Fuzzy Logic (Punkin Press), and Amsterdam & Other Broken Love Songs (Flutter Press). He lives and writes in New Jersey
In city windows, we look like, sad steroidal aliens. To whom do we belong? It’s 5:30 a.m. and wet. I want another cup of coffee, black, no sugar. On a dance floor of spilled liquor and sweat, we acted out our fantasies of white swan heartbreak.
Kyle Hemmings is the author of three chapbooks of poems: Avenue C (Scars Publications), Fuzzy Logic (Punkin Press), and Amsterdam & Other Broken Love Songs (Flutter Press). He lives and writes in New Jersey
1st Line by Daybert Linares
"Lemme tell ya something ‘bout them strippers: don’t look at ‘em in the eyes, or the guilt will kill ya every time you throw ‘em money."
Daybert Linares published his first short story at the age of 19, and since then more of his works have appeared in online and print magazines such as Skive, Silenced Press, Bateau, Necrotic Tissue, The Acentos Review, and a number of flash fiction anthologies. He lives in Tallahassee, Florida.
"Lemme tell ya something ‘bout them strippers: don’t look at ‘em in the eyes, or the guilt will kill ya every time you throw ‘em money."
Daybert Linares published his first short story at the age of 19, and since then more of his works have appeared in online and print magazines such as Skive, Silenced Press, Bateau, Necrotic Tissue, The Acentos Review, and a number of flash fiction anthologies. He lives in Tallahassee, Florida.
Cherry Pie by Joan Gilfillan
The guy on the check-out asked if she wanted a hand to pack. She shook her head and gave him her store card.. He swiped it but didn’t ask why she’d bought 27 razors, 5 packs of blades and a jumbo bottle of cherry mouthwash. She didn’t tell him, either.
Joan Gilfillan wrote a children's book for her niece's Christmas. She doesn't think she's read it. Maybe when she tires of Barbie.
The guy on the check-out asked if she wanted a hand to pack. She shook her head and gave him her store card.. He swiped it but didn’t ask why she’d bought 27 razors, 5 packs of blades and a jumbo bottle of cherry mouthwash. She didn’t tell him, either.
Joan Gilfillan wrote a children's book for her niece's Christmas. She doesn't think she's read it. Maybe when she tires of Barbie.
Swan Song by S.G. Rogers
The man gloated at the crossword puzzle he’d found in the back of the in-flight magazine. He had spent the last three and a half hours answering each clue, in ink. It had been slow and methodical work, but he had triumphed at last.
And then the fracking plane crashed.
S.G. Rogers is a freelance writer based in Savannah, Georgia. In a former life she was a lawyer and an actress. She is the author of the novel Jon Hansen and the Dragon Clan of Yden. To find out more about S.G. Rogers, go to www.childofyden.com.
The man gloated at the crossword puzzle he’d found in the back of the in-flight magazine. He had spent the last three and a half hours answering each clue, in ink. It had been slow and methodical work, but he had triumphed at last.
And then the fracking plane crashed.
S.G. Rogers is a freelance writer based in Savannah, Georgia. In a former life she was a lawyer and an actress. She is the author of the novel Jon Hansen and the Dragon Clan of Yden. To find out more about S.G. Rogers, go to www.childofyden.com.
Sour Strawberries by Peter LaBerge
Nathan stuck his tongue out at Sarina and she mimicked his words. She threw sand at him and he threw it back until there were seas of sand in the pleats of her dress and in the front pocket of his blazer. Mr. and Mrs. Nathan Sowerberry.
Peter LaBerge is a high school student who was recently introduced to poetry. He is the runner-up for the 2011 Elizabeth Bishop Prize in Verse, and his work has been published in Leaf Garden, Burnt Bridge, The Blue Pencil Online and many other publications.
Nathan stuck his tongue out at Sarina and she mimicked his words. She threw sand at him and he threw it back until there were seas of sand in the pleats of her dress and in the front pocket of his blazer. Mr. and Mrs. Nathan Sowerberry.
Peter LaBerge is a high school student who was recently introduced to poetry. He is the runner-up for the 2011 Elizabeth Bishop Prize in Verse, and his work has been published in Leaf Garden, Burnt Bridge, The Blue Pencil Online and many other publications.
1st Line by Carmen Rabil-Eichman
Swallowing, without a blink, the dark shot of whiskey and dragging long from her cigarette, she spat on the old wooden floor and said, “Let’s do it.”
Carmen Rabil-Eichman is an Associate Professor of English, living in Greensboro, North Carolina. She has recently received two Pushcart Prize nominations for her poetry.
Swallowing, without a blink, the dark shot of whiskey and dragging long from her cigarette, she spat on the old wooden floor and said, “Let’s do it.”
Carmen Rabil-Eichman is an Associate Professor of English, living in Greensboro, North Carolina. She has recently received two Pushcart Prize nominations for her poetry.