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Listening to Lyn Coffin read from her latest book! (at...

Listening to Lyn Coffin read from her latest book! (at Friendswood Public Library)

Felipe says go to bed. (at Manvel City)

Felipe says go to bed. (at Manvel City)

I’m happy to finally release the first issue of Typewriter...

I’m happy to finally release the first issue of Typewriter Emergencies: A Journal of Furry Lit. This project is a quick magazine which publishes twice a year. It’s goal is to give authors who write anthropomorphic fiction and poetry a platform of publication that isn’t a long anthology. Typewriter Emergencies focuses on shorter stories and flash fiction, as well as poetry. Illustrations by Joseph Chou. This issue features:

Interviews with

Klace

Rechan

Arrkay

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Poetry by

Paul Brookes

Bill Garten

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Short Fiction by

Mary E. Lowd

James L. Steele

Daniel Lowd

Carmen Welsh Jr. AKA CopperSphinx

Mog Moogle

Billy Leigh

Thurston Howl

BanWynn (Suta) Oakshadow

Kem MacGregor

http://hitchingpoets.wixsite.com/typewriteremergency/may2017

Picked this up from Robert Kuhn, one of the bands last night....

Picked this up from Robert Kuhn, one of the bands last night. Pretty kick-ass cd! (at Last Concert Cafe)

Let Me Remember at Last Concert Cafe! (at Last Concert Cafe)

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Let Me Remember at Last Concert Cafe! (at Last Concert Cafe)

Lyn Coffin at Last Concert Cafe (at Last Concert Cafe)

Lyn Coffin at Last Concert Cafe (at Last Concert Cafe)

at Last Concert Cafe

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at Last Concert Cafe

Shindig Bazaar at Last Concert Cafe! (at Last Concert Cafe)

Shindig Bazaar at Last Concert Cafe! (at Last Concert Cafe)

Felipe has had it with your shit and gone to bed. (at Manvel...

Felipe has had it with your shit and gone to bed. (at Manvel City)

i have forgotten the lines of your face

how far they stretched

when you smiled—

how invisible they became

when the sun hit you

just right


the broken teeth we suffered

now nothing more

than a deleted chapter—

manuscript all burnt out

words decayed

bones dissolved


my hand still reaches for you

when the moon is darker

than the sun on a bad day

but i only find the small indention

you left on our bed


you collected half-moons

hanging in the chests of dull boys

when the hearts grew smaller

you lost yourself


never realizing that a heart

never grows full—

that the world

runs on

empty