Issue 151

Winter & Spring 2017

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Fiction Micah Dean Hicks Fiction Micah Dean Hicks

In the Snowy Ruins

A stranger came singing his grief through the snow. He was alone in the bombed shell of the city, which had been abandoned like dozens of others. His voice wailed like the ghost of a train coming home. And with his song, the city awoke.

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Fiction Micah Dean Hicks Fiction Micah Dean Hicks

Selling Death

Here comes sad-smiling Death, carting his hairy bag of calamities. He stomps his toe-pinching boots around the pastel neighborhood, knocks with sharp knuckles, folds open the bag to show what he has to sell. The mothers say, “Not today. Sorry.”

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