April 2013 Released!

I am very pleased to announce that our first magazine-style issue is officially released! Due to some technical hiccups, it is a few days later than anticipated, but now I have the kinks worked out and the next issue will be released with (hopefully) very few problems.
As promised, there are two ways to view the content for this issue:
All of the stories and poems have been published as individual entries on this site, exactly as we've done in the past. To view all of them, either scroll down through our feed, or click on the "April 2013" tag.
If you prefer, the magazine has also been uploaded to Google Drive available to view and download. Simply follow this link, or click the tab at the top of the screen that reads "April 2013." The downloadable magazine also includes a short introduction by myself.

There are still a few formatting glitches to be worked out over the next couple days. If you spot a problem, please send an email to LifeAsAn@gmail.com including a link to the page with a problem, if appropriate. Be sure to put "LAA" in the subject line somewhere so our spam filters don't catch you.

I was intending to make the magazine available on Amazon to download, but, as you know if you've been following this magazine on Facebook, there is no way that I could make the content free that way and I don't want money to be involved at any point in this process. If you would like to view the magazine on an e-reader, you can download it through Google Drive entirely for free. I do not have an e-reader myself, so I'm not sure exactly how to accomplish this. If you have any questions of that nature, please direct them to the manufacturer of your e-reader.

Below is a listing of all the pieces featured in this issue

"Slimy Lemons in Aged Whiskey" by Brent Lucia
"Knock Shrine" by Christian Reifsteck
"Molly Maguire's Pub" by Christian Reifsteck
"The Words of a Dutiful Niece" by Adreyo Sen
"Where Do the Balloons Go?" by Brittany Cagle
"Maple Scarf" by Brittany Cagle
"Joel" by Brittany Cagle
"No River Shall the Sea Refuse" by Jarrett Fontaine
"A Job Ain't Nothin' But Work" by Jean Byrne
"Why?" by Madison Grace Allen
"Coming Home After a Long Absence, Cleaning" by Florence Helbing
"The Flash of Metal" by Sara Jean Yaste
"Meet Buck and Jodie Cole!" by Nels Hanson
"Expanding Microscopic Dots" by Kim Farleigh
"Observation is Nine-Tenths of Possession" by David Vardeman

Observation is Nine-Tenths of Possession

by David Vardeman

I saw this prostitute in church once.

How did you know she was a prostitute?

You just do, you know? I’d seen her around downtown now and then. On Sundays. Usually always on Sundays. I’d go to my parents for dinner and then afterward I’d drive down Second Street to the Second Street bridge, and she’d be at the bus stop by the YMCA with her shoulder bag. She rested one of her hands on the shoulder bag. The hand of the arm of the shoulder it was over, usually. Or sometimes the other hand of the other arm, crossed over, resting on it.

Expanding Microscopic Dots

by Kim Farleigh

Biography:

Kim has worked for aid agencies in three conflicts: Kosovo, Iraq and Palestine. He takes risks to get the experience required for writing. He likes fine wine, art, photography and bullfighting, which probably explains why this Australian lives in Madrid. 72 of his stories have been accepted by 65 different magazines.

 

James was beside me in the van, whisper-hissing: “Idiot. Jeeessuzzz.....”

The driver was talking to a guy whose head was covered by a red-and-white scarf, a guy clutching an AK-47, a faceless being, with a gun, beside the driver’s window, talking to the driver.

“Idiot,” James hissed, strongly and very quietly.

Julian, facing the windscreen, feigning arm-stretched relaxation, resembled a statue facing the world.

“Jeesuzzzz.....,” James hissed.

The only things moving in the van were the driver’s hands and lips; and James’s lips that whispered: “Idiot!”

Meet Buck and Jodie Cole!

by Nels Hanson

Biography:

Nels Hanson has worked as a farmer, teacher, and contract writer/editor. He graduated from UC Santa Cruz and the U of Montana and his fiction received the San Francisco Foundation’s James D. Phelan Award. His stories have appeared in Antioch Review, Texas Review, Black Warrior Review, Southeast Review, Montreal Review, Danse Macabre and other journals. "Now the River's in You," a 2010 story which appeared in Ruminate Magazine, was nominated for a Pushcart Prize, and "No One Can Find Us," which was published in Ray's Road Review, has been nominated for the 2012 Pushcart Prizes.

 

When I went into the hospital the day Johnny died, I told Dr. Westbrook that I’d remembered everything that had happened in Nevada, out of the blue with the crowd at the Donny Williams Show clapping wildly, whistling and holding up the jumping signs:

NASHVILLE

LOVES

TRAVIS JACKSON!

Someone yelled “Go Coles!” as the sound system played the lead stanza of our platinum hit—I explained to the doctor that I’d titled it “Eldon Carter,” before Jodie insisted that we change the name:

“Travis Jackson was a friend of mine

Cowboy-bred but out of time.

The West is going, going, gone.

You can hear it fade when you hear his song.”

The Flash of Metal

by Sara Jean Yaste

Biography:

Sara Jean Yaste is a musician, writer and artist currently based in San Francisco. Her work calls to question traditional values regarding private property, communal space, temporary autonomous zones and soul shelters. She describes her work as 'pastel survivalism' and 'electro wilderness.' She recently finished her first book, Examined/Active, documenting through photos and essays, emerging and established alternative art spaces throughout the Southwestern United States. She plays guitar and sings in the bands Future Twin and Dark Materials, and teaches music to youngbloods at Blue Bear Music School. Read more of SJY's work and reach her directly at www.sarajeanyaste.com.

The flash of metal shocks her. In it she sees the flash of memory, of her mother holding her hand when she drank a glass of soap mistaking it for lemonade, of her brother beating her up outside of their high school, right before they were to start a high school play, or her few boyfriends who couldn't handle her nature and also decided to use physical violence to deter her from herself.

She sees all these things and digs the metal deeper. "Not made for this life," keeps repeating over and over in her head, like a failsafe mantra, like an excuse, like an apology.

Another memory, "excuses are monuments of nothingness." A poem she was told to memorize and recite for her fourth grade class. Standing in line to leave the classroom and hearing comments from boys around her remarking that if she's standing a certain way or touching something it is because she likes whomever is making the statement. Two boys fighting over her on the playground (this was before she'd had her first kiss, mind you) and the teacher thinking it was funny and making snarky comments to her all the while.

Coming Home After a Long Absence, Cleaning

by Florence Helbing

Biography:

Florence Helbing is currently in her last year as an undergraduate at Dickinson College pursuing a BA in Russian and Spanish Language & Literature. When not at school, she lives in Chicago and works as an assistant in a sculptor's studio. Soon, she will be moving to Moscow. 

 

Green glass of the wine bottle,

empty

because it was a “good night.”

Relic

or artifact, evidence

of your tenure here.

It was good wine, too.

At the time, you told me

it would be a nice touch

in the life we were going

to have: sophisticated and

well-adjusted, sipping wine

on a balcony. Each still

handling the other

with care.

Outline of your absence

no longer so conspicuous.

That’s okay. There is a place in me still

for those people, drunk

and shiny with happiness, who saw

in the pink sliver of dawn

a future, and believed it was theirs.

Why?

by Madison Grace Allen

Biography:

Madison Grace Allen is a third grade honor student at Boiling Springs Elementary School. She is the daughter of Cynthia and Jamie Allen. Madison has a great talent for word choice, imagery, and incorporating strong feeling into her poetry. In addition to her love for writing, Madison enjoys singing and being actively involved in her church.

 

Why do my eyes have to bear this?

One season has gone by and my sadness has expanded.

While they walk away my heart sinks.

A Job Ain't Nothin' But Work

by Jean Byrne

Biography:

Jean Byrne is Irish, from Dublin, but lives in Barcelona. Byrne is a translator and has been writing for a while but has only recently started sending work out into the world. Byrne has had some pieces published on Misfits' Miscellany, Word Riot and Pif Magazine.

The morning’s sunshine reflects on the tables

And the holiday makers are easily

Separated from the work goers

I’m not really sure which I am

My coffee’s a little too sweet

I in no way needed this third cigarette

The interview’s soon and I’m not

Sure what they want from me

But surely they won’t give me what I want

Internship, a likely excuse to exploit

Someone as desperate as me

The bizarre situations we find ourselves in

Just to make a buck

Uncertainty feeds desperation

We’re scared and feeling grateful

To fuckers offering below minimum wage

We’ve lost it

And as a wise man once said

“A job ain’t nothin’ but work”

No River Shall the Sea Refuse

by Jarrett Fontaine

Biography:

Jarrett Fontaine is a 26 year-old freelance writer from Nebraska. Winner of several Scholastic writing awards and a 2008 graduate of Dana College, Fontaine enjoys playing the piano and is an avid concert-goer. You’ll find his work most prominently featured in MidStarz Magazine and The Omaha Reader.

No river shall the sea refuse

there is no choice when chose for you

a milky bath of skyward blue

it's steady guide

the inward swim

rolls across your rippled skin

under currents panicked bare

the lifeless roar

of eye-locked stare

mysterion

she grabbed my hand

walked in water-swallowed sand

and sang to me

as we absorbed

but all her rhymes

just felt so forced

that anchor dragged on ocean's floor

in deeper waters waves recede

a stream of blue in blood I bleed

when empathy won't feel for you

no river shall the sea refuse.

Joel

by Brittany Cagle

Biography:

Brittany Cagle is currently a first-year MFA student at University of South Florida focusing in poetry. She earned her BA in English at Florida Gulf Coast University with minors in both journalism and creative writing.

She is currently teaching Composition I at USF.

Brackish water washed over

the tips of his feet as

the current drew

him violently in,

until he swirled

with the grasses

beneath the black water,

The landscape blurred into a string

of air bubbles and distant

strangers only saw that

quick blur of silver ripples.

I was dreaming somewhere in the distance,

with my friend sinking

underneath

the moonlit surface.