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Issue #7
Everything we printed in Issue #7 of Dual Coast Magazine: 77 pieces of poetry, fiction, nonfiction, and photography, free to read. If you would rather hold it, Issue #7 is still in print as a paperback from Prolific Press.
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PoetryWeary Tune by John Grey
There, against the wall. on the sidewalk where fat guts reign, a skinny guy with a voice like a clapped out circus barker sings an old folk ditty and strums an out-of-tune,…
PoetryDirections for Use by Ken L. Jones
When the tide is low A petting zoo of sorts appears But I’m too lost in a cavalcade of bewilderment to care And as the setting sun becomes a revolving space station…
ExperimentalObsolete, Likened to Many Things by Ken L. Jones
I use to think that days melted fast, back in the time it took you to blink forty years after the Beatles Until now, ever since I first dove One hundred New…
PoetryA Day of Mourning (After Li Ching Chao) by George Freek
As the leaves fall from the maple trees, the day is now passing. Black clouds speak of dismay. But tomorrow, with the rain, flowers will grow again. Birds will sing the songs…
PoetryScott’s Last Fruitcake by David M. Harris
“In one of the most hostile regions known to humankind, conservationists unearthed an ice-covered fruitcake they believe once belonged to the British explorer Robert Falcon Scott, the New Zealand-based Antarctic Heritage Trust…
Poetryuntitled by JR Vork
cloud paint inside abalone shell almost home
PoetryHeat Wave by Eric Greinke
A prolonged heat wave brings order to our days. Here in the northern woods we’re not used to hot weather. We write letters through the cool mornings, swim through the hot afternoons,…
PoetryFor All Time by Psyche Török
The skeleton speaks. I have been dreaming since my breath turned to cobwebs, poised for all time with my left hand on my cheek, conspiring with forever. Even the bedrock’s bored as…
PoetryLittle Honey by Psyche Török
~ For John Sherman Scheckel, October 17, 1917 – March 19, 1919 ~For Billy Scheckel, January 24, 1924 – April 3, 1926 ~And for Irene Torok, January 31, 1926 – February 8,…
PoetrySupplicants by Elizabeth Spencer Spragins
dessicated stones part their sun-cracked lips and drink a pittance of rain wrung from pockets of the clouds stirs the dust in earthen urns ~Desert Botanical Garden, Phoenix, Arizona
PoetryMojito by Michael T. Smith
The sun’s fingers clenched the land And would not let it sleep With legerdemain, It strangled it to death instead. But It’s ok – que bola. “it’s alright.”I remember the words my…
PoetryApropos of… by Richard Weaver
The puzzle offers a Chinese box of clues. The crossword speaks in slant rhyme. What the snow reveals as it falls, as it gathers on the numb limbs of ginkos, on the…
FictionA Boon from an Angel by Matias Travieso-Diaz
Norman first saw the angel on one of those November nights when the temperature is too low for air conditioning but too high for the heating unit to do any good. Unable…
PoetryThe Dance of Deception by Julia Hatch
To the other couples they looked like any other on the dance floor The elegant woman, draped in a coral wrap, beads and floral-patterned dress The distinguished man in a worn but…
PoetryBreathe Close to Me by Lenny Carber
, Let not your head droop Nor your face grimace In fierce grief, for when I must leave, all will not Leave with me, I promise. The memoires we made Together will…
FictionMud Season by Laura Rodley
The road was mudded out, yet still the mail must go through. Chester gritted his teeth as the studded snow tires of his jeep grabbed onto the ruts and rode them like…
PoetrySuccess by Harris Coverley
I imagine a field between hills Sometime decades hence In some antipodean land (Maybe New Zealand) And within is some youth Having a solitary picnic On a ragged tartan tarp And reading…
PoetryMidnight Sun by Camille Xin
An Italian concerto playing at the edge of Mediterranean Sea as if unscented flame flooded the pebble stone courtyard. You appeared from a secretive back door, terrified, knocking down the veil of…