Featured Contributors Spring/Summer 2014
Top Row: Left to right, Ashley Dioses, Peycho Kanev, Stella Santamaria,
Craig A. Hart, Mark Burchard, Venger As'Nas Satanis
Bottom Row: Left to right, G. David Schwartz, Anthony J. Langford,
Richard Hartwell, Gregory Vincent St. Thomasino
Featured Artist:Tomasz Wieja
A CALENDAR IN SOIL AND SHED
by John Grey
*Any Night* by Peggy Carter
Counting Bodies by Rebecca Freeh
Fluoride for the road by Tom Pescatore
Folding Dirty Laundry by Colleen Colkitt
Forget Me Not by Kenneth Wortendyke, Jr
"I've been diagnosed..." by Jan Spence
No Fixer-Uper by Jeff Bernstein
One Eyeball by David Lawrence
Sonnet for K by Charles Byrne
The City Cemetery by John Sibley Williams
Wicked Funeral by Michael O' Connor
THE PIG AND THEPROSELYTIZER
by Dennis Vanvick
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Spring/Summer 2014 #13 Vol 10
Alicia M. Cable
Anthony J. Langford
Craig A. Hart
Erren Geraud Kelly
Frank De Canio
G. David Schwartz
Gregory Vincent St. Thomasino
John Sibley Williams
K.J Wortendyke, Jr
Marchell Dyon Jefferson
Richard King Perkins 11
Venger As'Nas Satanis
OUR HEROES SUCK by Aaron Garrison
Casual Fear by Derek Keast
Matt and Kate by Michael R. Sharon
Montrose Drive by Richard Hartwell
N. by Scott Stambach
HOWL by Siddhartha Choudhury
Hegemonic Reform by Jonathan Alston
THE PIG AND THE PROSELYTIZER by Dennis Vanvick
Night Without Stars
Cover art, Pale Moon, by Rex Sexton
Featured Contributor Spring/Summer 2014
Craig A. Hart is an editor, writer, publisher, and poet. His prose and poetry have been
published both traditionally and independently. Early in 2012 he founded The Rusty
Nail literary magazine for which he now serves as editor-in-chief and in January 2013
began Sweatshoppe Publications where he currently serves as executive publisher.
Awake In the Middle of the Night
Lying awake in the middle of the night
is a special kind of torture.
Some people can sleep no matter what,
through storms and the thunder of passing trains,
the dripping of a leaky faucet or even
the deafening sounds of their own thoughts.
But if you’re one of those people
who are disturbed by these things, who can’t sleep
if the room is too hot or too cold,
or if you’re a little bit hungry
but not enough to get up at 2 a.m.
to make a sandwich, then you know what I mean.
Maybe your mind is too busy working out details
or worried about something you can’t control.
Or perhaps you needed sex,
but no one was proximate and willing.
Whatever the case may be, you’re awake—
lying inert on a bed of nails, arms at your sides,
staring up at a ceiling that doesn’t even have
the courtesy to be interesting.
Sleep has thus far evaded you,
but the good news is that now you’ve found this poem
and if history is any sort of indication,
it won’t be long now.
Featured Contributor Spring/Summer 2014
Poet / Anthony J. Langford
Anthony J. Langford lives in Sydney Australia. He writes stories, poetry and makes video
poems. His story, The Long Jetty, featured in the Verandah 25th Anniversary Edition.
Some of his recent publications include Ink, Sweat & Tears, Mused, Citizens for Decent
Literature, Crack the Spine and Eunoia Review. He works in television and has made short
films, some of which have screened internationally. His novella, ‘Bottomless River’ is out
now through Ginninderra Press. A poetry collection, Caged without Walls will be released
A wide selection of his work can be found at www.anthonyjlangford.com
The long wick loathing
I fall to one side
As you charge past
The biting aroma
The ugly trail of bitterness
Seeping up out of toils
Into the synapses
Where it prefers
And admirable traits
From prior incarnations
Where caution is a rusted bomb
And regret is tomorrow’s
While the rays still punish.
When taste is preferred
And reason is
It stinks like rot
Yet sets like concrete
For the long haul.
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