Poetry
Marshland Dusk - John Philip Johnson
The Wedding Room - Shanan Ballam
Fiction
Angle Side Angle - Mary Lynn Reed
There Is Always More Work to be Done - Dave Barrett
The Relief Printer - Jessica Rae Hahn
Reviews
The Nine Scoundrels by Deanna Reiter
Whistling Shade's Literary Cafe Review
Memoir
My Meeting with Mengele - Maryla Neuman
Essay
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
Columns
Shading Dealings - Race-based Literary Journals
Hello Maria Cinanni Avere troppa memoria non fa star bene nessuno. Si diventa malinconici.* - Maurizio Maggiani, Il Coraggio del Pettirosso As if every hole in the roads could be filled in a second. That is when you are driving, or walking with a silly but human expression in your eyes. Here is the first hole where I drop a few words. Over there is another: an imaginary one. On the shores of a calm sea, fishermen are yelling, chatting in deep Calabrian dialect. It is April. By the seafront their boats are neatly lined up, freshly varnished, ready for a new season. * “Having too many memories isn’t good for anyone. You become melancholy.” |
Maria Cinanni grew up in Ottawa, Canada and now lives in Umbria, Italy, where she works as an educator. Quasi-hysterical, culturally-insecure Maria writes poetry when she manages to find a pen.