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Sad Person’s Club by Ian Starttoday

The Sad Person’s Club meets once a week

in a cramped church basement

It doesn’t matter why you’re sad

It could be divorce it could be the death of a loved one it could be the supermarket no longer stocks your favorite kind of frozen yogurt

We make an effort not to judge


There was a woman named Shelly once who was really distraught about tomatoes

When we asked her to elaborate

she told us to back off

and flashed her teeth

That was weird


But it’s up to you whether you want to talk

or not talk

The only rule we have is that you be sad

If you smile even once

perpetually mopey-faced Bruce will escort you to the door

and then you leave


One of our longest running members

once got a call mid-meeting

that his daughter had been born

Bruce came to him

wished him congratulations

but informed him that he had to leave this instant


Halfway to the door the man became very gloomy about having to leave

and told us so

We’re not monsters

so he was invited to stay


Then two of our members admitted

they were feeling very happy about this man’s good fortune at having brought a healthy baby into the world

and they were asked to leave


It was all very complicated

and not particularly sad

which is our business.

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Love Poem by Ian Starttoday

I wrote a poem

and every line

is another reason why I love you

why you’re the only one

why I’ll never take you for granted

and why I’ll never hurt you again


except for the last line,

that’s a grocery list of the things

I’d like you to pick up

after we’ve kissed and made up.

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The Comeback by Catherine Weiss

When he returned to Earth last spring
our Lord Jesus
did indeed make the rounds
of the talk-show circuit.

His talking points were
dealing with an omnipotent
father figure,
the hiatus,
and next moves.

@TheRealJC even attracted
more followers than
Justin Bieber.
Totes populaire.

Unfortunately, the Son of God’s
music career never
did take off.

Sorry Jesus, nobody
listens to ska anymore.

Catherine Weiss is a poet and author living in Northampton, MA. She has been published in Drunk Monkeys, port.man.teau., Linguistic Erosion, Melancholy Hyperbole, and Red River Review. Her website is http://catherineweiss.com.

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The House with No Door by Scáth Beorh

Down on Saint George Street

there’s a house with no door.

Outside there’s no chimney,

inside there’s no floor.

Upstairs there’s no attic,

no cellar below,

and if there are bedrooms

they choose not to show.

There once was a kitchen,

but it burned away

and left a huge hole where

raccoons like to play.

You can look for a parlor

‘til you damage your pride.

There is a small bathroom,

but it sits outside.


Scáth Beorh is a writer and lexicographer of Ulster-Scot and Cherokee ancestry. His books in print include the novels Black Fox In Thin Places (Emby Press, 2013), October House (Emby, 2014), and Blood (Emby, 2015); the story collections Children & Other Wicked Things (James Ward Kirk Fiction, 2013) and Always After Thieves Watch (Wildside Press, 2010); the dictionary Pirate Lingo (Wildside, 2009); and the poetic study Dark Sayings of Old (Kirk Fiction, 2013). Raised in New Orleans and along the Gulf Coast of West Florida, and having undergone rites of passage in India and Ireland, he now makes a home with his joyful and imaginative wife Ember in a quaint Edwardian neighborhood on the Atlantic Coast.

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