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JD Adler Key West In an age when the bad guys are winning and the good guys are on the run Maybe we don’t need heroes But villains to save everyone Loki, Lex Luthor and Magneto to the rescue of this world gone bizzaro Everything they told us we’re supposed to do gets you nothing but tired yet crime and sin pay mad dividends and lack of morality is the key to the kingdom when up is down and crime means time only if you don’t have any dimes Maybe what we need is not another honorable do-gooder but a crafty conniving hell-raiser On our side after all wasn’t ‘a villain for the people’ Robin Hood’s whole thing when a tyrant usurped the beloved king exploiting the people for his own aggrandizement George Washington was a traitor to his King so maybe the lesson of history is a Villain is […]
PUT DOWN YOUR PENCILS David Leeson Key West The little hand points to twelve. The big hand points to twelve. You didn’t think high noon Would come so soon. Children, put down your pencils. The test is now complete. That time has come with all its perils To take the final walk Down that dusty street.
OLD TOWN CLOWN by Tod Perry So pleased to look the scruffy clown his clothes were blots on polka dots on top of rings on top of spots paint in drips collar to cuff half a Pollack half a Matisse. He loved his splotches, the bounce into fame they gave to the downward drift of his soul, its aura rising in bubbles and blooms
THE TRUTH ABOUT PELICANS Kurt Cole Eidsvig Key West Nina wanted a sandwich but Marty wouldn’t stop talking about the sunset. They were riding bikes toward White Street Pier on the last day of their vacation. Nina’s hair salon in Duluth— Full Twist—was doing just fine. The way Marty kept pedaling by her every time they came to a stop sign she knew something else was wrong though. Her stomach rumbled. Marty described the purple. Marty said she’d just missed The Green Flash last night. Marty mentioned silhouettes. Nina rang her little rented bike bell on her little rented bike. She rang it again. The shadow of the sailboat, Marty said. “Marty!” Nina almost yelled it. A group of pelicans dove and twisted and gulped at fish. They made Nina think about airplanes. They made Nina think about twisted steel and last-minute pleas. They made Nina think about crashing. She […]
THE HARBOR Kim Alan Pederson Key West Have you been down to the harbor lately? I know you haven’t. I can tell by looking at you that you haven’t. Why not? What’s keeping you from it? What better things might you be doing? What thing, anything, might you be doing? You never say. I went to the harbor yesterday. I went today. I go every day, every morning. I time my visit to arrive at the precise moment of high tide. But you know that already. I’ve told you, what, a million times? You know I go out on Pier 4. You know I take a jackknife with me. A single-blade Spyderco Delica4 with a black handle. You can open and close it with one hand, not that that’s important for what I do with it. It’s small—blade length 2.87 inches—but small is fine. The handle has bi-directional texturing for […]
JD Adler Key West 1. OPANU Doug spent hours staring at it, the so called “hull” of the ship. There was just no convincing him it was sturdy enough to protect them from the void. The energy field stretched between the struts of the spherical frame revealed itself in shimmering rainbow waves crashing against one strut then back towards the other. He was doing it again, laying on his back on the floor of the top level just staring into the glittering energy shield and beyond, pondering which stars belonged to him, when Deru-Ti bellowed. “Hu! Man!” Deru-Ti was barely tall enough to ride a roller coaster. Though the average carney would probably be more put off by the bright blue fur covering his mostly naked body (except for the loin cloth his crew mates had finally convinced him to wear). Perhaps the thick trunk, half the length of his […]
La Bataille Des Bandes © 2015 by Hal Howland. Key West From The Sculpture Gardener: Short Fiction Marcel Anjou was justifiably proud of the fact that his native France had failed, or, perhaps more accurately, had not bothered to produce a single rock star. At twenty-seven, Marcel had established himself as one of Paris’s foremost classical guitarists and as the city’s leading interpreter of Django Reinhardt. The Conservatoire de Paris alum was nonetheless always on the lookout for ways to make a decent living: neither sporadic chamber-music concerts nor the odd jazz gig generated enough income to pay Marcel’s way.
AN IRMA PRAYER Tom Lawrence Big Pine Here we stand forlorn amongst the rubble, Want to be strong, but feel fragile as a bubble, Where to turn? What to save? What to rebuild in this Irma grave? Can’t drink the water, have no power The Keys paradise has turned so sour Dear God give us strength, help us please
The Perfect Book of Poems Flower Conroy Key West Poet Laureate On April 6, 2018, at 10:26 am on Facebook, Sam Sax posited the question “what book do you think of when you think of a ‘perfect book’ of poems?” Poets responded in a flurry. Of course some commented that ‘there’s no such thing as …
In Ruins as in Aesthetics, It’s Not What You Take Away But What You Leave Behind Flower Conroy Key West Poet Laureate In Jonathan Schipper’s sculpture, “To Dust,” two statues are suspended from a mechanism that causes the pieces to gently grind against, and thus, transform one another: “The sculptures will slide against one another …
By Flower Conroy Poet Laureate, Key West “There’s no such thing as writer’s block… you just need to lower your standards.” – Peter Murphy I’ve spent a good portion of the afternoon wracking my brain trying to think what craft issue could I possibly address this column—which, consequently, has lead me here, to this vast …