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Tuesday, February 27th, 2007

More Than Corn

by Andrew Koop
Carol’s sky blue Festiva pulled into Mickey’s short slanted driveway. He rubbed his hands together and exhaled through rounded lips — watching the steam burst into the open starry sky. The door opened and legs jutted forth as evidence of a full, good natured ride. He nestled in — squirming his way to [...]

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Monday, February 26th, 2007

The Call of the Zulu

by Andrew Koop
My teeth actually chattered as the wave of beer crashed over my red face. Clothing had fallen under the jurisdiction of a tree-climbing rugby hobbit. A circle of large, hairy trolls stood complicit — I in the center — as they chanted “ZULU, ZULU, ZULU.” These things just happen so fast…
Some people want [...]

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Saturday, February 24th, 2007

Yanstebangus: Nextings 4- 6

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“Can I get another ‘Amen?’” The spotlights made Brother Claghorn’s dazzling white teeth look almost cartoonlike, as if they were lit by an internal light source. Brother Claghorn would assure you that the phenomenon was the fire of the Holy Spirit. The Spirit would move him, as long as the coffers were in [...]

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Friday, February 23rd, 2007

graffiti love

mister
don’t steal into my heart
like a vandal
and spray paint
your graffiti love
on the walls
don’t saunter down the steets of my brain
flashing that million dollar smile
don’t lean against my eardrum
and whistle for a taxi
don’t carelessly splash through my blood
as if it were a dirty gutter puddle
in city mid-summer
mister
don’t scribble your
graffiti love
on me
and call it art

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Monday, February 19th, 2007

Hear Our Prayer

by Andrew Koop
We sat in spectacular St. Charles Church: the columns sculpted from stone, the artifacts priceless. The vaulted void ceiling kept us small…thoughtful. The children were present in mass; it was time for petitions. Fifteen children had been selected to read personal testaments — they would profess their thanks to the congregation.
The first few [...]

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Saturday, February 10th, 2007

Tom Experiences Pelvic Tenderness

by Doug Ullrich
“Lunch time!” Tom spoke the words with his usual jovial, personalized dialect, an almost childish, Sean-Conneryesque slur of words, born from heavily saliva lubricated tongue and cheek movement. This was one of a few trademark utterings during the course of a normal day, almost always spoken in light of consolation for whatever [...]

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Sunday, February 4th, 2007

marathon

by Max Mauney
As a child, she ran around the playground: playing tag, participating in childhood games, racing friends. On one occasion, she fled a stranger bearing gifts and candy.
In school, she ran for sport. Track star. Soccer team. Athlete. Trophies and medals. She even ran for class president; another [...]

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Saturday, February 3rd, 2007

Target Market

by Andrew Koop
“That’ll be 69 cents, sir.”
His hair was in his eyes — it swayed back and forth as he searched his pockets for change. He patted each pocket several times, then repeated. He rifled through his wallet — dropping several customer membership cards at his feet. The line slowly grew behind him, but felt [...]

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Saturday, February 3rd, 2007

Yanstebangus: Beginnings

Welcome, Synopsis fans:
With shifting points of view, this is a semi-autobiographical tale of the entertainment juggernaut known simply as Yanstebangus. Focused loosely on how they come together, and why, this cautionary tale is fraught with portent—starring Mack Truck Assembly-Line workers Eddie Fraught with George Portent. How could we give any more away? And [...]

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Saturday, February 3rd, 2007

Rules & Regulations

by Andrew Koop
Dear Mr. Tark,
I received your appeal regarding your recent ejection from a soccer match. While we at RecSports strive to preserve the free spirit of recreational athletics, our policy clearly states that you must meet in person with the Assistant to the Director of RecSports and deliver a verbal apology for your transgression. [...]

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Thursday, February 1st, 2007

Masochistic Burnout

I walked timidly up the steps to the pale blue door. The sign said “NO SOLICITORS.” I turned back as the Aerostar pulled away — no backing down now. Afterall, this was a friend’s house. A little social anxiety never killed anybody.
The doorbell glowed yellow — I stared at it blankly for a spell. I [...]

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