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fiction and poetry contest

The Self-organizing Universal Nail Salon

As the young, slight, male manicuristdeftly massages my hand, we turn our headsin opposite directions as if such pleasurebetween strangers were unseemly in light

Poetry

Lesson at the Checkpoint

Lisa Vihos

Please be advised that snow globes are not allowed through the security check point. —LaGuardia Airport sign

Fiction

Luck

Marilyn Shapiro Leys

First the eyes, he thought. Watch the eyes—where are the eyes watching? Forward, searching over heads, sorting out the familiar ones ahead on the rickety gangplank?

Katsura

Jason Splichal

Anyone who has ever kept a secretKnows that letters cannot be burned in a bundle

Snow Dance

Richard Roe

The week her grandfather died, she recalleddancing with him at her sister’s wedding,the gardenia, his neatly parted white hair,a tango he likened to snow falling in calm wind.

For just one buck this gaudy one-eyedcheap tin crescent moon is mine,lead painted by some ‘artist’ in Beijing,mysterious mythic glamour brought lowby tawdry colors, already chipped,melodramatic, second-rate

Poetry

Strip Scrabble

Dion Kempthorne

To make it fair, we’ll need to wearthe same number or articlesof clothing and decide whethersocks count as one or two and ifrings and watches count at all.