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[TYPE THE CORVUS REVIEW: FALL 2015 COMPANY NAME] CONTENTS Belle 78 Kopp 84 Editorial 3 Deeren 95 Cover Art/Editor Bio’s 4 Parrish 98 Kratz 101 PROSE Soto 105 Cairns 107 Silver 5 Carlton 119 Davis 17 Ferrell 122 Half-Pillow 21 Wall 124 McNulty 29 Kane 126 Phillips 35 Bensoussan 134 Laing 38 Campbell 137 Duquette 47 Roberts 139 Dukowitz 54 Rank 156 Sheehan 66 Price 77, 89 POETRY George 185 Sears 163 Prihoda 187 Ahern 164 Mydosh 191 Plath 165 Garcia-Bassier 194 Hamilton 167 Corey 195 Ingram 168 Semtex 197 Garrett 169 Plenefisch 199 Pearce 170 Gregg 201 Davis, J 172 Brownstein 203 Grey 173 Scharwath 205 Kanev 175 Bacher 207 Beck 177 Vince 208 Burt 179 Soricelli 210 Demaree 181 Roth 212 Boucheron 182 Haynes 214 Kushner 183 Johnson 216 Del Col Brown 184 3 EDITORIAL Dear Reader, With pleasure, I present the Fall issue of Corvus Review. This is our largest issue to date, over 200 pages of quality work, and I couldn’t be prouder. Each piece offers a glimpse into each writer’s mind. You might like what you see and you might not, but I challenge you, dear reader, to peruse this issue to its end. For this issue, I opened the door to new editors. Andy Tu and Luciana Fitzgerald generously gave of their time and expertise and, as a whole, I feel allowing them into Corvus’ inner sanctum proved most productive. Special thanks to them for their help sorting out the bones. When I began this little lit journal around this time last year, I never imagined it would reach so many. It is truly an honor to work with such talented people and I look forward to the opportunity to reach many, many more. Enjoy and happy scribbling! Best, Janine Mercer EIC, Corvus Review 4 Cover Art Bio: Gayle Miner is a photographer based out of Boston, MA. She is in the process of completing her bachelor’s degree in environmental science from Boston University. She began photographing at a young age and has continued to pursue the art alongside her studies. Her photography is primarily influenced by her travels, which have brought her to nearly every continent. Most recently, she has been doing remote sensing research which has inspired to look at the world with a different perspective and is the driving force behind her Google Earth Art. WEBSITE: http://gayleminer.smugmug.com/ Editors Luciana Fitzgerald is a Milwaukee, Wisconsin native who loves to study languages and their rules. Her writing was first published in 1996 by the Art of Writing: Young Authors & Artists Conference - and nothing since then. She is a crazy cat lady, who happens to also be a wife and mom. When she’s not editing or busy with adulthood, she enjoys coloring with fancy markers, crocheting small toys and playing computer games. Andy Tu currently lives in the quiet mountains of Barichara, Colombia, where enjoys life away from technology. Janine Mercer is a Canadian ex pat who resides in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Her work has been featured in The Quint, Sinister Wisdom, and others. Mercer’s poetry book entitled, Collection: A Chesterfield Reader can be found on Amazon.com. She is currently shopping another poetry collection entitled Human Stew. A crime fiction writer at heart, she has two manuscripts under her wing. Time & Again saw completion in 2012. Planning Revenge on the Eight Ball is a WIP. She resides in Milwaukee, WI, with her life partner, a collection of (moderately creepy) taxidermy and a plethora of pets. She is the EIC for Corvus Review. 5 PROSE Mad Mad World Luke Silver I’d rather not go to the party, she thought. I’d rather not go to the party, because if I go, I might see Johnny Netters; we might make eye- contact, and then I’ll either have to look away, which is rude, or stare at him and wait for him to look away, and that’s just plain awkward and uncomfortable. And if I go, maybe he’ll even come over and talk to me and ask me a question like, How are you, Susan? Or do you want to grab lunch sometime next week, Susan? Or will you dance with me, Susan? In which case I definitely won’t know what to say. No, I’m pretty certain. It’s pretty clear to me. There’s really only one option here. It’s overall safer this way. Susan hung up her favorite dress on her closet rack, the long white one with the blue carnation print, and step-step-stepped up the ladder and onto the ‘Princess Bed’ that Paw-Paw had built for her. She sat on the edge of the bed, and the petite feet on her petite frame dangled down toward the carpeted floor. She felt good about her decision. The party at Maya Rivera’s was going to be a wild affair, and Susan didn’t know how well she’d handle a wild affair. How had she come to such a definitive decision? Through deliberate logic. By connecting the dots. The invitation that came in the mail was riddled with perfume and glitter, and in large bold hot-pink font read, “Maya Rivera’s Dope Bat-Mitzvah Party” and promised large bold attractions like a surprise musical performance. Anything wild was probably unsafe, Susan reasoned. It increased the likelihood that things would escalate beyond her control. The situation with Johnny Netters might go horribly awry. And while it might not, if she weren’t physically there, how could the drinking, and swearing, and overall bad behavior miserably ruin everything? It couldn’t! She didn’t really like surprises anyway. Surprises brought uncertainty, and uncertainty brought dread, and anxiety, and other scary things that couldn’t touch her when she closed the canopy curtains on her Princess Bed. Yes, Susan felt increasingly happy with her sound judgment. Besides, didn’t the USA Network play re-runs of Monk every Friday night? They did. And wasn’t watching her favorite television character by the same name, a man who had OCD like her, but still kicked B-U-T-T 6 and always defeated the bad guys with caution and sound logic, more than enough of a reason to stay home? It was. Susan smiled and looked out the window and heard the sounds of a male blue jay engaged in a spring mating call with a female. They’re singing to each other, Susan thought. How utterly adorable! She glanced over at the Jonas Brothers clock on her wall that read a quarter past seven. Paw-Paw was coming home soon! Charles Pennington scuttled home in the bitter Midwest winter cold with oily hair, and oily pants, smelling quite strongly like oil. At another time, if he were going out to dinner, or to a parent-teacher conference, perhaps, he might have worried that his physical impression wasn’t the most favorable, that he wasn’t presenting himself in the best of lights. But in his current situation, Charles Pennington had no mind for trivialities. He was in quite a hurry. There was only a ninety-minute window between his first job, a mechanic at AutoWorld, and his second job, a bartender at Wings&Ales. Ninety minutes wasn’t a lot of time to make it home, scrub the oil off in the shower, enjoy family time over dinner with his daughter, take a moment to himself, and change, before hauling ass in a new outfit back across town. Something always gave. Lately, it had been the personal private time. He still hadn’t even cracked open the book that he bought himself at the seminar last summer on how to invest wisely and become a rich father. Nor had he replaced the torn shower curtain in the bathroom that drenched the tile floor every time he took a shower. Although fixing the house wasn’t really doing something personal, it was more of a collective good. It was something that benefitted Susan as much as it benefitted him, whether she appreciated it or not. He feared he had forgotten how to appreciate himself. What he really needed was a vacation. A nice private weekend getaway somewhere secluded, but not totally remote. Far enough away so that he could get time to himself, but close enough so that if, God forbid, something bad happened to Susan, he could race home right away. Charles Pennington laughed at his whimsies. What money was going to pay for this vacation? Even if he could scrounge the savings together, and even if his boss at AutoWorld, Rick, and the night manager at Wings&Ales, Pedro, did understand that he needed a few personal days, who would look after Susan? He couldn’t really ask her to stay with one of her friends, because, well, her condition made that unlikely. Plus, if Susan had a female presence around to help her, and teach her about the female things that Charles couldn’t relate to, it would be easier on 7 the both of them. Raising a daughter as a single dad with two jobs was no damn cakewalk. If Janey were still with them, things would be different… Charles shook the thoughts from his head. What was he even trying to get at? That he was unhappy when so many other folks had it worse? That he wasn’t pleased to have a daughter who was unique, and special, and also by going to the party tonight, trying her damnedest to fit in with her peers? Susie was the world’s greatest blessing! Other kids her age probably spent the weekends getting doped up, sending each other naked pictures on the Internet, and passing around all sorts of diseases.