Pink Pen and Tea
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The Business of Words: A Workshop on Publishing

Professor Tamara Oakman, Apiary Magazine, is lecturing on how to get your work published in magazines and literary journals. Visit The Head & the Hand Press for more information.   Prof. Tamara Oakman, executive editor and co-founder of Apiary Magazine, teaches English, drama, creative and expository writing, and the humanities (film, philosophy) at several universities. She has awards for…

Taira Anderson
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Three-Dog Night by Taira L. Anderson

Ariane steps off the bus, into the snowfall, and it’s simple: She isn’t ready for the inside hours, the claustral house, the mom’s practiced quiet and the dad’s mean breath. She takes the long way home. Snow, thick as lamb’s fleece, shimmies round her. She holds her arms out to feel the way—she believes she…

Issue 8 Cover
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Issue 8 Editorial

It’s a new year and we all have resolutions to go with it. As writers, we hope to make time to write every day. That’s the goal, right? As a writer, your one job is to write! But then there’s the family, your day job, the cat poking at your chair, the dog needing to…

Unsplash / Rain
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Two Poems by Rachel Peevler

Symphony Rain. An elastic halo of broken serenity hung over their helmets. Lightning and thunder symphonies roared. Little jewel notes collapsed from the gray canopy and shattered across their exposed skin like glass. They stood still and poised in the rising tempest and, turning their faces to the sky, they squinted through the rain at…

Dianne Silvestri
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Two Poems by Dianne Silvestri

Long Winter The driveway needs no vision test— it is blind, sunk between sand-grizzled heaps of frozen snow. Vanished are roadside mailboxes once ready to shake hands. The Postal Service will temporarily deliver mail to ice chests wedged into the towering banks. In the back yard a pine bends over to vomit snow. Even nowhere…

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Winter Rain by Kathryn Knudson

Winter Rain   A few months in, the rain     is no longer a novelty.     I don’t know what           feels more defeating     the understanding that this relentless seeping       could be winter for        as far as I can see     or the realization that this        time next year I may choose to be bundled up   a thousand miles away…

Donald Quist
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Snowman by Donald Quist

Snowman He fell to the earth in pieces, fat fluffy flakes of cold-water life. He covered roads, cars and houses. When his coal eyes blinked open, he stared down his carrot nose at the divine imperfections of his creators—the wrinkled red hands and snot covered lips of tiny gods—and he knew he was doomed. He…

Stephen Evans
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The Smiles by Stephen Evans

When I heard that my grandfather had barricaded himself in his room, I wasn’t surprised. He and my mother had been battling one another since our first day in the house outside of Cheshire, Massachusetts, and no surrender was in sight from either side. But if my mother’s phone call was not surprising, her worried…

Rachael Fowler
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Lost King by Rachael Fowler

Lost King Mint leaf —clutched by black-bruised fingers. Most crumble and crack from woodsy earth surrounding town after town. Mint does not shatter into scratchy paper pieces, but folds around my skin, clings to my fingerprints. Fuzzy, not a common green leaf quality. I’m Winter-lonesome, scouring for the maple queen of whiskey. Farewell dear king…

Ana Prundaru
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Love Letter to Autumn by Ana Prundaru

Love Letter to Autumn         by Ana Prundaru the last rose petals in the morning mist eye the bare branches waiting to join to the crinkly coat of leaves Ana is a writer/artist who roams the globe sometimes. Her work has most recently appeared in Agave Magazine, Wilderness House Literary Review, Toad, Rio Grande Review, SmokeLong…

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