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
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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.”
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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.