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We'd been talking about the limits of our resolve, and I admitted that sometimes I resent my own life. Of course my resentment always turns to longing, I said, and I'm filled with the wonder of my existence. Then I think about death, how it offends me, and how I love this life so much I could die of it, and my resentment begins again. While we spoke, a hummingbird hovered above the stream; how hard they both worked, moving constantly just to stay in place.
-- Gary Young, from Pleasure
-- Gary Young, from Pleasure
Call for Submissions: Window Cat Press
Window Cat Press seeks submissions of art and literature for online publication for our second issue!
From our Submissions page:
Summer Issue: though not themed, we are seeking a more playful, eclectic mix to mirror the season. So dazzle us with citrus-magic & sunshine or some bright, beachcombing find! Send your best, internettiest, lighthearted fare by June 15th. We welcome the subversive and unexpected.
Poetry, Slam Poetry, Spoken Word, Found Poetry—two pages or less per poem; any genre or topic welcome; 3-5 poems.Prose, Fiction, Flash-Fiction, Prosetry—less than 2,000 words.
Creative and Narrative Non-Fiction—les
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The Animal Spell
Someone once told me that animals are people under spells, and if you fall in love with them the spell will be lifted. I recently fell in love with a black trumpeter swan. I watched her ruffle her neck feathers for hours, watched her peck bugs from her breast. I was sure she would make a beautiful bride, but she was always a black trumpeter swan. I once brushed a horse’s hair for 3 straight years until it crumpled into death. The truth is there is no such thing as spells. The world is always as it is, and always as it seems. And love is just our own kind voice that we whisper into our own blood.
⸺ Zachary Schomburg, from Fjords
A Poet's Poem
If it takes me all day,
I will get the word freshened out of this poem.
I put it in the first line, then moved it to the second,
and now it won’t come out.
It’s stuck. I’m so frustrated,
so I went out to my little porch all covered in snow
and watched the icicles drip, as I smoked
a cigarette.
Finally I reached up and broke a big, clear spike
off the roof with my bare hand.
And used it to write a word in the snow.
I wrote the word snow.
I can’t stand myself.
~ Brenda Shaugnessy, from Human Dark with Sugar
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Well this put a nice perspective on my day. 
