188bet bảo trì_vụ đánh bạc ở phú thọ mới nhất_web casino

Winter 2015 Issue

In Defense of Goldie Locks By Jeanne Wagner

Third Prize, 2015 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
The social worker says She’s not quite a sociopath, though she does have a problem with boundaries. I say she’s only a child, young enough to play house,..

Posted in Poetry | Also tagged | 1 Response

Self-Portrait as Kurt Cobain’s Childhood Wound By Elizabeth Knapp

First Prize, 2015 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
If I were Kurt’s childhood wound, what would I look like? The speaker stares off into the middle distance and tries to imagine Aberdeen, mid-seventies, a flaxen-haired kid who would become the next rock legend, and not the gaping hole of his left eye socket…

Posted in Poetry | Also tagged | 2 Responses

Spring 2015 Issue

Picnic at Angola By John Haggerty

Winner, 2014 Literal Latte Short Short Contest.
All through the hot summer of 1957, whenever they had the time, Patricia wanted to picnic down near the prison at Angola. She liked to be right up close, as close as they could get without the guards shooing them away. She and Clemson would drive down one of the levees until the fences were in view…

Posted in Fiction | Also tagged , | 2 Responses

David the Green Dragon Goes to the Opera By Tamie Parker Song

Second Prize, 2014 Literal Latte Essay Award.
I was meeting three times a week, sometimes more, with a man. In between our meetings I waited to see him again. I drove through the traffic of Berkeley, meandered through Berkeley’s utopian grocery stores, every activity I did, really, just a disguise for waiting….

Posted in Essays | Also tagged | 7 Responses

The World Recast by Flash Cards By Donald Levering

First Prize, 2014 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
And when I came to
in that blasted wilderness
blurry and paralyzed
I had no words for who or where I was….

Posted in Poetry | Also tagged | 2 Responses

Relics By June Blumenson

Third Prize, 2014 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
After
she was in the ground,
sent off to,
god knows where,
we returned to the house…

Posted in Poetry | Also tagged | 10 Responses

Fall 2014 Issue

The Book of Fishing By Mark Holden

Third Prize, 2014 Literal Latte Fiction Award.
1961: The river ran cold and clear, alive with minnows. He waded in until the water reached his knees. Above him, the sun. Around him, the minnows: churning, flashing, crashing into his legs and bouncing off, each with barely the force of a fly. Yet there were hundreds, thousands, of jittery fish passing him wave after wave until white-crowned, gray-bellied clouds shrouded the sun and stole its power, and stole whatever had made the fish a moment ago vital….

Posted in Fiction | Also tagged | Leave a comment

Affection By Shannon Sweetnam

Second Prize, 2014 Literal Latte Fiction Award.
They moved into the squat brick Georgian in June. They bought trash cans and cleaning supplies, a plastic patio table and chair set, a shiny red front-propelled rear-bag lawn mower, three combination carbon monoxide detector fire alarms, two fire extinguishers, a fold-up escape ladder, a battery-operated weather radio, a gas grill, and — just in case — a wooden baseball bat Jake planned on keeping under the bed…

Posted in Fiction | Also tagged | 2 Responses

Danse Macabre By Susan Thomas

First Prize, 2014 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
Again, the raccoons got it all, the corn,
frilly and long-limbed, so full of silken
rattle in the sideways-shifting wind….

Posted in Poetry | Also tagged | 1 Response

Dinner in the Branicki Palace By Susan Thomas

First Prize, 2014 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
We stroll under beech trees,
all elegance and pleasure,
our fat babies in their lacy
bonnets, their fancy prams
just the same as Polish babies….

Posted in Poetry | Also tagged | 2 Responses