AdmitTwo, No. 9, January, 2006. 

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Prose:

Henry

by Mark Spencer & Shawn Chuisano

"On Jerry Springer, a dwarf picked up a folding chair and hit another dwarf with it, and some female dwarf with really big boobs and really short arms was screaming at them.  I was short but not like these dwarves.  I was just smaller than everybody else in my grade at school, but not by much."

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Poetry:

symphonie des phantasmagorias (the contour of angelic grace)

by Mark Kuhar & Andrew Lundwall

"the voices that speak no name,
the automobiles that retch no exhaust
the bus that grinds no dire gears
the orphans on streetcorners
that beg with no remorse,
met with a silence that
squats on upturned palms
"

 

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Poetry:

the priest's diary

by Peter Schwartz & Kim Goransson

"mission supplies
-bottled water
-1 gross of white candles
-small can of paint (repairs)
-new razors
-sugar (Lord forgive me)
-bread
-eggs
"

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Poetry:

three poems:

a DNA take-away   

Flashback              

Incest 

by Aryan Kaganof, Helge Janssen & Dick Tuinder

"My mother called me last night to make her apologies
Asking if I still intended to hit her
I said I would like to hit about 90 % of her real hard
But that I would not like to hurt the other 10%
"

 

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Prose:

Paris Sketchings

by Andrea Moser & P. L. George

"…me and Andrea in electric Paris.  Found the Champs, the Arc de Triomphe.  All the stores closed, when they opened, couldn’t afford anything.  Nothing caught me, like Socrates through the Athens markets.  I like the dust, dirt clothes, not metrosexual feminine.  Bought a burger, fries, and Coke Light (no ice) at Quick Burger."

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Prose:

Little Golden America: Chapter Two: The First Evening in New York

by Ilya Ilf & Eugene Petrov

"Previously, about twenty-five years ago, there was a Chinese opium smoking den in this dwelling. It had been a dirty and dismal den of iniquity. Since then it had become cleaner, but, while losing its erst while exoticism, it did not become less dismal. The upper part of the former den of iniquity was devoted to prayer meetings, while below, the sleeping quarters consisted of bare walls, a bare stone floor, and canvas folding cots."

 

 

 

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