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Snow Monkey: Snow Monkey Online 2008-2015

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Snow Monkey Online 2008-2015. Welcome to the archive for Snow Monkey Online, the literary journal from Ravenna Press. We published Snow Monkey as a print version starting in 1999. We moved online from 2008-2015. Now Snow Monkey is taking a well-earned break. We'll be on hiatus until further notice. Thanks to all the snow monkeys we've published over the years. Please enjoy the tracks they've left behind. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Snow Monkey Online 2008-2015.

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Snow Monkey: January 2014

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Challenges to Ars Poetica. A black painting—one tiny burst of light. It is impossible to move from the couch. The sink hole couch—the painting we stare into day after day. The drone of voices from the television fills our senses. Our body fluids are sucked into the vortex hole. The house sits on a city street like a pot hole. We can barely dance even if we try. This house is loud. Bowling alley hard wood chamber hall for drums. Cadillac House for bass A Hall to honor the 45. Rock n'roll rap zap. Labels: ...

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Snow Monkey: October 2014

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As a baby Jimmy fell down the family clothes chute and landed in the laundry bag's faint fecal smells. Twenty years later, hit over Nam, Jimmy parachuted to a mean rock on the Mekong. He returned a free man,. But that didn't last long, his cherished bride insisting on a new kitchen ventilator. Those rescues behind him,. Bare-assed in his trailer home, Jimmy never had it so good. Lobster didn't do it for him, hell, boil him up a couple of eggs. Labels: ISSUE 25.02. The wavy metal sword,. Featuring unpubli...

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Snow Monkey: Don Skiles & Peter Cherches

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Don Skiles and Peter Cherches. Days Lost To History With No Eyewitness. Small moments. Places once lived, streets the once familiar routine of someone else’s days. Would it be an epic night, then? A Hank Williams June night in a high school gym in some small Arkansas town circa 1952? Labels: ISSUE 20.08. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Featuring unpublished poems and micro-prose, Snow Monkey online is published from September through June. The editor seeks writing that's like footprints of Langur...

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Snow Monkey: February 2014

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Scion Cutting for Spring Grafting. Now is the time to gather . scion wood. For early spring. The first thing to do. Is find . variety. Some . clubs. And societies make it a point to . Make available scion wood to those. Scion wood should be cut now and stored. Away until early spring. The best . Are those of average vigor, well-hardened. And free of . pests. Scion wood must. Be kept dormant in cool storage . bury it. In a sawdust pile on the north side. In March bind it fast to your . hardiest. I saw som...

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Snow Monkey: April 2015

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8220;Where’s the gold? 8221; I asked a man wearing Levi overalls. With a pick in one hand, but all he did was spit to the side. And say, “I don’t know where you came from, but if I were. You, I’d get on the next stage to anywhere out of here cause. Even if you found any you wouldn’t live long enough to buy. Another egg, a spot of milk, or 10 cents worth of candy! Thanking him for his advice, I reached out my hand,. But his didn’t move an inch. He just spit again to the side,. Taken a wrong turn in a fore...

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Snow Monkey: December 2013

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Labels: ISSUE 24.04. You lay in a pile of billowing cotton. Sainted. White piled and pulled up over your head. I struggle. To find my place inside this scene. Orchestrating. A bare-assed dig. I twist and turn. Contorting. My body into a shadow-shape. Echoing you,. I settle into the background. Not quite conformed. Not quite confirmed.) But balanced. Enough that I just might pass as a puzzle[d? Of this night’s moonless dream. Labels: ISSUE 24.04. Disappointment has another mouth. Labels: ISSUE 24.04.

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Snow Monkey: December 2014

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On the entrance door:. Thank you for coming. Try our website.". People holding exit door for you. Labels: ISSUE 25.04. Wild Geese in the West. Birds know all about the blues. That’s why they never stop. What they’re doing there. They would truly drop. Like ducks diving to the bottom. Of a river of whiskey, never to come up. How little I know is what I think about. Out on this porch. Plucking at a banjo I can barely play sober. And a dog that mopes at me. Whether I've been drinking or not. Featuring unpub...

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Snow Monkey: November 2014

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Rip the circuitry from its guts; recycle. It as dream waste. Make memories from it,. Give it a name unlike gizmo or gadget;. Don’t train it to do robot antics. Defrock it;. Pull the nails out of its hands. Bless nothing. If not the nothingness light is. Bear blight. As long as breath holds sway. Boil oil. As the lamp dies, out of fuel. Dry eyes. That clamp the music shut. Sing sweet. About charitable apples you plucked. Bring a heavy ball-peen hammer; pound. Blood into sheets and brand it thought. Featur...