Month: December 2015

New Year Call for Submissions

Litbreak Magazine is looking for submissions in short stories, poetry, novel excerpts and creative nonfiction. In our opening weeks we featured well-received fiction by JSP Jacobs, Joseph Rakowski and David Abrams, as well as novel excepts from David Joseph and Jason Rice among other writers. Please read our submission policy here. We love to consider new work and rejoice to encounter the marriage of originality and craft. Submissions are open for our December launch. Please visit our submissions page for guidelines. Submit your work [mailchimp-form title=”” success_text=”Thank you, your email has been added to the list.” button_text=”Subscribe!” firstname=”0″ lastname=”0″]Get the Litbreak...

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The Crowns

Kansas City, Missouri Hilary Crown Johnson hadn’t been home in a week. Instead, he chose to sleep at his apartment on campus, which was fine because I didn’t really want him back anyway. I enjoyed my morning cigarette while standing in a clutch of trees at the edge of our property. The children picked flowers. The town’s tornado siren went off. We were on the far side of the pasture, the house floated on the horizon like a cruise ship, Tom and Victoria grabbed my hands and we started running. Dark skies closed in, the wind swirled, snatching anything...

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Nine Minutes

The butterfly’s tongue— sharp and golden— roots for the sweetest flower; knows her name by taste.   If I kiss you after our time empties like a long river into the brackish delta I do not think I’ll know you. So whose name should I call when you answer your phone tomorrow when I cannot use it now to keep you?   Submissions are open for our December launch. Please visit our submissions page for guidelines. Submit your work [mailchimp-form title=”” success_text=”Thank you, your email has been added to the list.” button_text=”Subscribe!” firstname=”0″ lastname=”0″]Get the Litbreak Newsletter! We’ll send you...

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The Marketing Director

I have three degrees. I work for $10 an hour. I’ve had no raise for two years. I’m supposed to say I feel lucky to have a job in this economy. I am the Marketing Director. This is the title they gave me when I was hired, without defining exactly what I would do. They gave me my own desk in the office/kitchen between the water cooler and the microwave. Sometimes, I come to work and people are eating at my desk like it is a table. Sometimes, I have to turn my keyboard upside down and bang it...

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The Architect

The Architect   Oh the impermanence of the cosmic spine that collapses and leaves me wanting. I cast shadows in my bloodline.   Calliope calls and I cannot divine her answers from my haunting— Oh the impermanence of the cosmic spine.   Here hallowed, here holed in the pine. Were I dead, yet hear the chorus chanting. I cast shadows in my bloodline.   I lay the heart rot, I play my life supine. My dreams are rudderless and daunting. Oh the impermanence of the cosmic spine.   I cannot retaliate against the immeasurable incline of the unsung selves...

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