http://www.sundaysalon.comA Prose Reading Series and MagazineenMon, 09 Nov 2009 21:28:31 PSTArts/LiteraturenoA Prose Reading Series and Magazinehttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sundaysalon/feed/~3/sbPMbjGGOHI/poor-her-soul.htmBY MIRA PTACIN Nicole Carpenter used to go through my city like a walking middle finger. She fought, smoked, dipped, drank and skipped school, and by the time she finally reached her junior year of high school, she altogether dropped out. I met her some years ago in my hometown of ...http://www.sundaysalon.com/poor-her-soul.htmhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sundaysalon/feed/~3/z05_S24xStI/one-day.htmBY ANNABEL SMITH We arrive in the nameless village early, when the morning light is still thick and golden, marred only by the dark smudge of hills on the horizon. Doctors, nurses, dentists, support staff: a team of ten, we’ve flown into the Dominican Republic for a week of one-day stands. ...http://www.sundaysalon.com/one-day.htmhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sundaysalon/feed/~3/Q64EfgvEg04/revelations.htmBY MATTHEW CHENEY When I was a child, we lived inside the war.  Our parents went away sometime during the last year, leaving me and my sister, Olly, to fend for ourselves amidst the rubble.  Our house was old and solid, made of stone, and the shelling had mostly been to ...http://www.sundaysalon.com/revelations.htmhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sundaysalon/feed/~3/Zck4lPgLPVk/why-believe.htmThe writers and poets in this issue of SalonZine remind us of community and possibility, of what is absurd and beautiful in our world. Take a break from your work and worries and read this issue. Believe that the world is on your side, even in challenging times. We dedicate this ...http://www.sundaysalon.com/why-believe.htmhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sundaysalon/feed/~3/MGgixohSlOI/believe.htmEDITORIAL Why Believe? by Salon Staff FICTION Death Becomes Us by Tim Kreider Revelations by Matt Cheney NON-FICTION One Day by Annabel Lucy Smith Poor Her Soul by Mira Ptacin Pinheads No More by Chris Grillo POETRY Composure by Louisa A. Igloria Birthmark by Prabhakar Vasan Noise by Cheryl Burke Consider by Diane Schenker Yes No Yes by Diane Schenker INTERVIEWS Nancy Agabian by Nita Novenohttp://www.sundaysalon.com/believe.htmhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sundaysalon/feed/~3/NHKtTHBxBmI/birthmark.htmBY PRABHAKAR VASAN It is, again, unsafe. At least, it is unclear. animals, their dark forms when they crouch at the margins of the freeway The city is charred, as from a blast. Or the eyes are. The mind is crumbling into its own foundations. Or the homes are. Waiting, even, is a taut state, the ...http://www.sundaysalon.com/birthmark.htmhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sundaysalon/feed/~3/IdI9yKuuXnI/prabhakar-vasan.htmPrabhakar Vasan lives in New York City. His work has been published in the journals 6 X 6 and Tarpaulin Sky. He is at work on a manuscript of poems tentatively titled How the World Works.http://www.sundaysalon.com/prabhakar-vasan.htmhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sundaysalon/feed/~3/ykuBHTIQH4Q/yes-no-yes.htmBY DIANE SCHENKER Now is the winter of our inevitable results, unavoidably determined by prior conditions. Essential? Absolutely. Logically. Required. Convention, on the other hand, dictates plenty of things that are none of its business. Poke convention in the eye with a sharp stick. Effects are not always what they seem. Beware faulty ...http://www.sundaysalon.com/yes-no-yes.htmhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sundaysalon/feed/~3/akjkhu_5MI4/annabel-smith.htmAnnabel Smith was born and raised in England and educated at the London School of Economics, twice, and Oxford. She has taught high school history, politics, human rights and global studies for nearly twenty years in the UK, the US, Kenya, South Africa and, briefly, India. She travels as often ...http://www.sundaysalon.com/annabel-smith.htmhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sundaysalon/feed/~3/IkGl1-JUWvY/consider.htmBY DIANE SCHENKER Consider housekeeping, consider the rain. Consider the fly dancing on the window. It herky-jerks its relentless heartbreak of trying to get out. A fall warbler appears on the seedy maple stuffing itself for its long flight, feathers weathery dull in post-connubial anonymity, hard to identify. Consider the dirty window. You lift it to see ...http://www.sundaysalon.com/consider.htmnonadult