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A Proposal | Printer's Devil Review
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Skip to main content. Not too tight, she whispered. She talked about her daughter who was away at boarding school. Lucy had been caught smoking pot on the school grounds and Grace had to be angry on the phone, although what was smoking pot these days? The girl performed a slow dance, moving from one side of the boy to the other, drawing him down the length of the patio; she was slowly bringing him to some logical yet unexpected conclusion. Gerald could tell by the accelerating expressions of perplexi...
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Morning Sickness | Printer's Devil Review
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Skip to main content. Olga M. Feliciano. Ector stands at his stoop. One hand shades the sun; the other arm hugs his coatless body. His eyes are small as raisins behind his glasses. He kisses my forehead and pulls me close. His sweater smells of lemon soap. I turn away. Your face is cold, I say. Well I’ve been out here a while. You know, you just missed Mami by like fifteen minutes. What luck, I say. Hector knocks. Everything okay? Were you able to this time? A deathiversary party is what Hector calls it,...
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First Meeting | Printer's Devil Review
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Skip to main content. N a cold windy night. I could tear into Buchbinder as easily as into a package of crackers,. And looking at the lean, stooping figure, felt such tenderness in his chest, knowing this was true, that he could have hugged Daniel to him to protect the Jew from his abuse. All these thoughts Botto kept to himself. He has no idea how close he is each and every night to utter decimation, and I spare him magnificently each and every time, only staring, staring. Botto jealously kept track of ...
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Call of the Cult Flick | Printer's Devil Review
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Skip to main content. Call of the Cult Flick. Brian R. Hauser. The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown. Supernatural Horror in Literature. 1927), H. P. Lovecraft. Here is nothing more terrifying to me. One Night on Oswald’s Green. As a going-away gift. A fictional tome arguably more famous than the man who conceived it. Usually, these searchers are rewarded for their efforts with insanity or death (or both, in that order).
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Natalie Takes the Elevator | Printer's Devil Review
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Skip to main content. Natalie Takes the Elevator. Ll these years,. Natalie’s body moves her forward, across the threshold from the dim ninth-floor hallway of the Bellweather Hotel into the ancient elevator car. She stands beside the woman who killed her, and the doors seal them inside together. For the first time in her life, she knew how it felt to be perfect. She woke up early the next morning and ran into her parents’ bedroom and announced—to their intensely hung-over confusion—that she wa...Her voice...
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Projective Verse | Printer's Devil Review
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Skip to main content. Is proud to present two critical works on poet Charles Olson’s 1950 manifesto Projective Verse — a seminal modernist essay that champions the primacy of speech and breath in poetic composition. In the first essay, poet Sam Cha offers a personal reflection on Olson’s ideas, as well as those of language poet Lyn Hejinian. The second essay, by. Editor Thomas Dodson, mounts a postmodernist critique of Olson’s approach to the tension between written and spoken language. We hope these two...
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Good Old-Fashioned People | Printer's Devil Review
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Skip to main content. Now fell from a gray sky onto the Grand Hotel Niagara. Now, she pushed a folded newspaper at him with both hands. Chet, here. The key’s inside, she said. Seventh floor. All the B&Bs have skelly keys, like the one for Mommy’s room. Her knock was light, but he opened it before she was through, her fist still up at chest level. Lena’s lips parted in surprise, but no sound came out. Are you going to hit me? He teased, then took her clenched hand to his lips. Lena had been quiet, her sou...
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Spring 2014 | Printer's Devil Review
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Skip to main content. In this issue: poems by Emma Bolden, Jamison Crabtree, Rico Manalo, and Justin Runge. Stories by David Bowen, Beth Castrodale, and Khanh Ha that present youthful narrators in search of friendship, acceptance, and — in the case of Nam, the protagonist in Ha's “The Quest” — revenge. Vibrant paintings by Eileen Lang inspired by the techniques of Japanese. Masters and photographs by Greer Muldowney that explore how fossil fuel interests use wind turbines as "visual PR.".
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Spring 2015 | Printer's Devil Review
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Skip to main content. In this issue: poems by Eloisa Amezcua, Heather Altfeld, Marie Chambers, and Derek Mong. Stories by L. E. Miller, Mark Leydorf, and Daniel Lalley. Photographs and installations by Dawit L. Petros and paintings and sculptures by Leah Piepgras. 2014 Oil on canvas, 37 in. x 37 in. Wind Turbines (soundtrack not available). On the Flooding of Prague. Blason Wherein My Head Becomes a Mountain. George The Truth Lies Somewhere in Between. Barella and Landscape #3, Osbourne, Kansas.
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