The Linnet's Wings Summer 2010 Archive
Cerberus Front Cover

The Nun and the Partisan by Pepe Nero

Sanctuary by Julie Innis

In Conversation: Russell Bittner and Marie Fitzpatrick

Summer Archive 2010: Grochalski, Meek,Scotellaro

dirty fingernails

she has dirty fingernails

she stops us and asks
for a quarter

Butterfly Service

There were butterflies
dancing against the light,
the stained glass of Jesus
changing them into shadows.


A grandmother now, she lives a life rife with careful pauses. A long-tailed calligraphy of fits and starts.

Barry, Nero, Reese

Bird Watching

The Abyss of Human Illusion


Shapeshifting by Gemma Meek

Angler by LouAnn Shepard Muhn

I lost my voice again; the landscape is huge and dangerous,

but without my words i'm trapped.

And you too have grown cold, like some ancient stone
dead flat against my hand.

Your other woman is not human - she rises in vapours and
devours us bit by bit.

We still lie together each night, but as two lines drawn in sand,
shifting sideways, awash with the tide.

In fishing it's always the mystery that gets me.
Not knowing what's under the surface of glass,
I rarely can muster the faith that's required
To keep at it, cast after cast after cast.

I'd rather sit down to enjoy sun and birdsong,
Watching the light as it plays on the trees.
This is a weakness, I know, to look shallow,
Never confronting the puzzle of deep.

But you know the secrets of watery hideouts,
You enter those depths as you stand on the shore

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Quickly Down the Mountain by Robert Long

Sarah's thoughts had cleared by the time the ski lift took her from the ground. Tom pointed back down the mountain --" look, there's our hotel" -- and she humoured him for a moment, eyes following the line of his gesture. When they turned to face forward again he kept talking and talking and she found that she could not listen.

First Husband by Tiff Holland

My mother, wearing bright colors, as always, and with something snappy blaring on the stereo swings open the door. Mike is five four although he claims five six, and he's holding a small bouquet of grocery store flowers. I've warned him about my mother.

" My, aren't you queery looking?" she says.

" These are for you." He thrusts the wilty flowers into her hand and stride down the hall ...

Flight by Shane Ryan Bailey

Up there, anything could go wrong.

Upon first boarding the airplane and getting buckled in, Cameron lectured his grandfather on the potential dangers that could occur during any flight: the plane s engine could die, or they could get struck by another passing aircraft, or the two of them could fly into a flock of migratory birds, forcing their bloody, feathered bodies to come crashing through the windshield and into their faces and l

Augustine, Horan, Britten, Johnson, Berge

Barataria Bay



learning to fly


Alone Time by Gary Sprague

Jenny's Secret by Mimi Rosen

Rummaging by Roland Goity

The Road to Clara by Cate Stevens - Davis

Art Gallery 2010

Theresa Defused by Frank Dineen

Failure by Susan Teppen

Compton, Keith, Walker and Swage

Six Micros by Sheldon Compton

The shell casing slow motions-skyward, drop-floats back to rye grass, brass in a tight coat of gunpowder. Many others, random as dandelions, are found by the sunlight, gathered, handed out to wilt between our fingers, in pockets. A cousin reminds us to wash with lots of soap after touching them. Lead residue. Still warm in our hands, the poison slow motions, too.

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The Sick House by Michael C. Keith

The story about that creepy old house goes something like this. Almost two years ago all the kids that lived there got polio and one, a little girl named Sara, died. This drove her parents crazy and they disappeared with their two other kids, who were crippled by the disease. No one has heard from them since, and some say they went out into the Narragansett Bay on their dad’s small fishing boat and drowned during a storm, but no bodies have ever been found.

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The Thief and the Baby by Townsend Walker

People sometimes talk about the peacefulness of fog. A morning wrap that calms. Obliterates time. Forgives.

Gino woke up late that morning. He'd had trouble sleeping. The robbery hadn't gone smoothly. There'd been someone in the apartment and he’ d been forced to deal with her. He shook off the memory, jumped into his blue coveralls and went into the kitchen.

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A Painful Truth by Ethan Swage

No school today for Kyle Jagot, although he's not happy about it. He's scared to leave the bathroom, scared that if he ventures too far away from the toilet he may let go again-the sit-down kind.

Despite Kyle's objections, his mother barges in. He's wedged between tub and toilet, doubled over, rocking, crossed forearms pressed tightly beneath his belly. She dabs a moist washcloth to his forehead, asks him what other symptoms he has had.

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