from The Collected Writings of Art Smith, The Bird Boy of Fort WayneBy Michael Martone
One of Art Smiths earliest aerial attempts pays homage to the inventors of heavier than air controlled powered flight. It was composed over the open ocean of North Carolinas Outer Banks near Kill Devil Hills in 1915 after several trial runs spelled out with a stick upon the sand dunes.
I Would Be Remiss If I Did Not Mention That I Have Nothing To Offer You In Return WhatsoeverBy Nicolle Elizabeth
Jeanie is standing with one foot up like a bright pink flamingo and missing a shoe. I do not know what happened to it. Everything about her is pink. She oozes sex that pink flamingo, that apple orchard. Its hot August and its slow honey.
When the Time ComesBy Josef Winkler
A TRANSLATION OF Wenn es soweit istBY ADRIAN WEST In the clay vessel in which the pandapigl was rendered, from the bones of slaughtered animals, to be brushed on the horses with a crows feather around the eyes, nostrils, and belly to protect them from the mosquitoes and horseflies, the skeleton of Hildegard Zitterer lies atop that of her husband, Willibald Zitterer.
ZOMBBy Matt Seneca
Matt Senecas work includes the monthly zine Very Fine Comix, the online graphic novel Affected, and a burgeoning number of cocktail napkins with phone numbers written on them in natural shade lipstick.
CatscanBy Molly Roth
Molly Roth is an aspiring human being/contributing member of society based out of Brooklyn, New York.
Arrowschmitt!!!By Arryan Decatur
Arryan Decatur has an Aerosmith tattoo on the upper part of his right (your left) love handle that cost 70 dollars.
Tears Don't DryBy Leah Hayes
Leah Hayes is a musician/producer from New York who writes comic books while watching Star Trek next to her blanket-humping cat.
from the story collection
By Alain Arias-Misson
The Man Who Walked on Air & other tales of innocence
out this month from Black Scat Press T. T. was travelling East when it happenednot merely the Katmandu of CNN news but the Katmandu of dream It is true however that he had first been prompted by an urgent if cryptic letter he had received from his old Chinese friend, Tcheng Li-Kin, who had a silk shop in the Nepalese capital Something about very little time being left.