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Hell's Band (Mark William Jackson)

  Tom Waits’ bleeding knuckles painting the piano keys, Keith Richard slits a finger soloing over the Devil’s symphony, Bukowski stands at the mic calling everyone up to fight, the …

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Mark William Jackson

War by Candlelight – Mark William Jackson

I seem to have already established a pattern with these interviews. A bit of a preamble and introduction, and then the interview. And so we should begin–> Mark William Jackson …

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WAR BY CANDLELIGHT: an interview with Mark William Jackson

I seem to have already established a pattern with these interviews. A bit of a preamble and introduction, and then the interview. And so we should begin.  Mark William Jackson …

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Mark William Jackson

Heroisch (Mark William Jackson)

  In the dim fluorescent cubicle, amid the urine smell and graffitied penises she spoke, “did you know heroin was legal, it was developed by Felix Hoffman for Bayer Pharmaceuticals …

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Mark William Jackson

Drunkest Man in the Room (Luke May)

She hunches over and tugs the skivvy from her stomach, but the fabric is wet and sticks with a thwack. Stepping inside she remembers how it always rains on her …

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Luke May

The Kite (Pierz Newton-John)

There is a church that stands on High Street that will always signify disaster. When Adam has grown up, he will dream of it again in times of sorrow or …

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Pierz Newton-John

stamped flat stamped (Ashley Capes)

  in my office between classes I rage at flat things: the sea, the land, the hard, flat dollar coin and all its friends, the road too short by far …

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Ashley Capes

STEPPING OVER SEASONS: an interview with Ashley Capes

Some writers draw you into each story or poem, and in these instances it’s cinematic, even if it’s not a particularly good film. There’s this one experience, and this is …

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Ashley Capes

My Sheets Were Freshly Cleaned and Smelled of Lilac (Bel Woods)

She smiled that day, when I told her I was Yugoslavian, her bright lips an open suitcase – one of those soft slouchy ones with a saggy zipper – not …

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Bel Woods

A Hundred Set Apart in a Herd (Shane Jesse Christmass)

  sorry I wasn’t thinking my mind wasn’t apt but it was afar I was anxious to listen that was my intent & I didn’t say anything when I should’ve …

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Shane Jesse Christmass
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