Issue 14 winter 2009


Smokey by Carolyn DeMarce

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Francine Witte
Featured Writer


Fiction
       Slimovitz Knows
       Summer School       
       Louie Is So Funny
       Flag
       Jake Is a Forgotten Piece
       My Husband's Mistress
Poetry
       Bijou
       I Think Of My Mother
       Pavlov's Cat

riverbabble talks with Francine Witte



Contributing Writers
Fiction
Anthony Adrian Pino:   First Winter

Shelly Rae Rich:    Smashing Synapses

Denzil Strickland:    Dream Girl

Bev Vines-Haines:    Tradition

Doug Mathewson:    Which Goodbye

Brent Powers:    N'ex ... t

Grant Lahaie:    Going Green

Ward Jones:    Not Ready

Sonya Davda:    A Harsh Winter

Poetry

Carolyn Srygley-Moore:    The Darkness Within the Violin

Ann Walters:    Posing the Dead

Leslie Stuart Tate:    Chef d'oeuvre

Andrew R. Crow:
           Friends Like These
           Smitten

Laura McCullough:
           The Uneven Seam
           Divergence
           The Tile Man
           Cancer Man

Rafael Jesús González:
           Verses for the Dragonfly
           Estrofas a la libélula
           Stone Juice
           Jugo de piedra
           Dreams of Lead
           Sueńos de plomo
           Moon Over Union Square
           Luna Sobre Union Square

Tiff Holland:
           The Buzzards I Don't See
           Buzzard Tree



Essay


Tom Sullivan:    Get That Mind Back On Track


Photography

Carolyn DeMarce:   Smokey

Are you all in this vibration? I say you are. You once nobble that, congregation, and a buck joyride to heaven becomes a back number. You got me? It's a lifebrightener, sure. The hottest stuff ever was. It's the whole pie with jam in. It's just the cutest snappiest line out. It is immense, supersumptuous. It restores. It vibrates. I know and I am some vibrator.
                                 JAMES JOYCE, Ulysses, p. 414., 15/2199-2204


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