The Bruce Issue (superhero themed)
Holy smokes–it’s coming, it’s really coming! This project has been something I’ve always wanted to release, right from the get-go of founding Literary Orphans. The superhero themed issue is finally open for submissions! (scroll to the bottom to see how & where to submit)
Each issue of Literary Orphans
Trans Oceanic, Ink – a handwritten examination of geography.
*** APPLICATIONS ARE NOW CLOSED AS OF 11-28-2012!
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Writer, you are alienated from your craft.
You get up at night, click on your computer. You hear a fan whir as one of the many complicated devices that necessitate your lust fires electricity into fabricated synapses.
Snake Eyes the people next door hang their mandalas out on the porch while their tongues flick, spasming for a new taste sensation. one to keep themselves occupied in the sacred space. the people next door hide the first communion missals in the basement
wrap them in barbed wire and anoint them with the aura
Neither Nor It was a one-night vacation less than a hundred miles from home. Andy had slept on the hotel room floor and his fiancée Pari and soon-to-be mother-in-law Nadia took the bed. He knew he must love Pari. He didn’t even get mad and want to drive his car into things when they cancelled
Blowout I was in way over my head. That’s what I was thinking in the tense whiskey-fueled moments before I bled out and died. I wasn’t thinking “Don’t pull over,” and I wasn’t thinking about fine particulates or my asthma inhaler or the mummified remains of my boyfriend, which I had only just dug up
Old Man’s Trouble The Old Man’s troubles were rooted in the optic; he poured whiskey from behind the bar of the family business. He manned the bar day and night, a Will’s Gold Flake cigarette between his teeth and another one behind his ear, as he poured drinks and told stories to his old cronies.
The (Un)enviable Plight of Danny Kwak
He was doomed from the very beginning. Danny Kwak—half Irish, half Korean. His Irish cousins thought he looked like his Korean father. His Korean cousins thought he looked like his Irish mother. He knew from an early age it was going to be hard fitting in.
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My World Starts With HTTP:// you’ve got it all wrong im only playing favorites now playing with privates now playing pretend we’re so happy in fantasy illusion and mystery where’s the man behind the curtain where is my reality fallen by the wayside by the wayward whores fucking wires and transmissions cunts and fucks and
What Dreams May Come
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Mortar and pestle mix two into one, Dark, bitter organia pinches the tongue. Silent demons tell what must be done.
Do you understand my fate? Running… then waiting… always too late. The path I am given leads not to a gate.
‘Neath the vast carnelian sky, Clouds of rose and
Where Oh Where
My mother asks me when I’m gonna give her a grandkid. I tell her to shut up and hang up the phone. She was mostly just kidding, I know, and I feel bad about it – not about hanging up on her or telling her “shut up.” About being her only hope
