From the Whistler


Wasps - Scott Provence

Marshland Dusk - John Philip Johnson

Gerwin - Calvin White

Near Harmony - John Abbott

The Wedding Room - Shanan Ballam

Hello - Maria Cinanni

November - Chip Corwin


Angle Side Angle - Mary Lynn Reed

There Is Always More Work to be Done - Dave Barrett

The Relief Printer - Jessica Rae Hahn


The Nine Scoundrels by Deanna Reiter

Elisha's Bones by Don Hoesel

Poetry Reviews

Whistling Shade's Literary Cafe Review


My Meeting with Mengele - Maryla Neuman


Eating Your Words in a Prague Cafe - John-Ivan Palmer

John Dos Passos, a View from Left Field - Hugh Mahoney

Lost Writers of Minnesota: Clifford D. Simak - Joel Van Valin


Shading Dealings - Race-based Literary Journals

Fun Patrol - I Never Promised You a Shit Garden


Near Harmony

John Abbott

The highway is another kind of music;
Steady hiss of tires, occasional cigarettes flicked out of windows, quick horn blasts.
You say it reminds you of a record needle
And the sound of years passing
Something you fell asleep to as a child
The album ending but the needle still spinning
You'd wake, debating whether to cross 
The room, bare feet on the cold oak floor
Or stay in bed 
Imagining or dreaming 
How the melody will continue
And where it should end.
Your mother's footsteps coming 
To stop the record, a natural sound
Urgent though
Like the need to shut our apartment window
When neighbors are fighting
Their anger strangely musical, staccato bursts of breaking glass, 
Interludes of silence,
And a man's legato pleas interrupted 
By you
Looking around at the end of another day—ashtrays spilled or overflowing, 
dust thick on the piano keys, a cocktail glass sweating into the walnut coffee table—
And saying, "Baby, we've got a long way to go."

John Abbott is a writer, musician, and English instructor whose work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Georgetown Review and upstreet. He lives with his wife and daughter in Kalamazoo, Michigan.