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Winner of WANTED #19 by

I had a job, a small one, navigating and archiving the Google Plus pages of the dead, marking them closed, adding those who fought in the Silicon War to the memorial circle. I liked to imagine their brains as humming circuits, at rest in the little oval.

Northern Lights
Zen Arcade //
Northern Lights by

Zen Arcade is a novel about zen, punk rock, and growing up in Minneapolis during the 1980s. We’ll be publishing a section every other Sunday until Summer 2015. This is the seventh section.

Near Popham Beach
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Near Popham Beach by

I learned to eat clams at Spinney’s Store, / pulling them out of the steaming pail, / a rinse in hot broth, dip in drawn butter. / I never lost my taste for the tough chewy tail, / whole fulsome belly like a soft briny egg, / the grit of sand and shells in my mouth.

Ghost Writer 1
Ghost Writer //
Horns by

“Did the goats trample you?” he asks. “You can tell me. Did they trounce on your golden curls and stomp the memories out of you?”
My goats would never. I’d remember that, I think.

The conductor
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The conductor by

He thinks / the passing house a littoral one in the dark. / On his trip back to town in next day’s light / he will see it landlocked– / to think this will happen in a second’s / gasp. For now, he thinks / the moon out his window shines / a lakehouse on a shore whose waves he hears / glint in silvery footslaps all the way / to the rail’s end.