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Mike James

Crossroad Blues “ I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees ”                                                             Robert Johnson Some people go down to the crossroad from heart hunger, from being badly loved since that first kiss. Others want advice disguised as directions. Others go because they were born fearless, want to learn what fear is.    It helps if you smell like film noir dreams and worn out coins. If you carry bad luck, in your back pocket, as if it’s a postcard from home.   Most days, the Devil wears a fedora. His smile, forever white. His voice, the accent of an old friend. There’s a joke he loves to make about how his handshake isn’t as warm as people expect. It’s his eyes though everyone notices. No one ever says if they are hazel, brown, or blue. Just that they hold your attention longer than any wish. Mike James has been widely published in magazines, large and small, throughout the country. His thirteen poetry collections inclu

Susan Tepper

The Plan is a dream set in motion by chaos fallen angels come to shake things up no discernable reason you can fathom reliance on whatever say the weather shot in the back handcuffed to a truck mirror opportunity to see for yourself in harshest light percussion noises & street traffic jamming suffering dogs howl their persistent hunger flesh is flesh is other beasts huddled around smoking barrels watching cops everywhere watching don’t lift a hand who dies or what their coffee & donut on the hour while -2- prostitutes dimpling for any ready cash smile and jump fast into cars. From the doorway ice melts down in your hair. Susan Tepper is the author of seven published books of fiction and poetry. Her forthcoming book titled WHAT DRIVES MEN is a road novel full of zany characters and situations, soon to be published by Wilderness House Press. Tepper has received

Daniel Crocker

Mercury Must Be In Retrograde or Some Bullshit You go to the reading and then to a nice dinner with friends. You started drinking early and on the drive from St. Louis to Cape you puke all over yourself Fajita Nachos It's your medication making you sick again You know you shouldn't drink on it But sometimes you want to have a nice dinner with friends. There might be something more to it You slap yourself. Then you slap yourself again harder. You tell your wife this is no way to live You tell your wife that you want to kill yourself. You puke again It's okay, she says, it's okay You've been so nervous for so many weeks now that there's not enough klonopin left to do the job even if you really wanted to. And you did didn't you? For a moment you thought about it and rode the rest of the way home with puke drying on your best pants and a wife who says it's going to be okay, it's going to be okay

Larry Smith

A Work Story             “A good man is hard to find.” Work shows up one day red faced with lunch pail and takes a seat at the bar. I ask, “What’ll you have?” And he, “What you need done?” Four days later the new kitchen is finished shining chrome and real tile floor. I tell him he can have free drinks for as long as he lives, and he laughs, says, “Hey, the job ain’t done.” When I get home that night, Work is sitting on the porch and says, “I’ve come for that drink and to sleep with your wife.” I laugh, but he doesn’t. He’s fixed the porch now and put in a new furnace, while I just drive the kids to school and sleep on the couch. This weekend he and Grace are heading to Vegas. Larry Smith is a poet, fiction writer, critic and biographer of Kenneth Patchen and Lawrence Ferlinghetti. He taught at Firelands College of Bowling  Green State University for 35 years and founded Bottom Dog Press which he serves as editor-publisher. A nat