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Granite by Zdravka Evtimova

Shon didn’t have enough money. All his friends had forgotten him. He couldn’t pay his sex tax and that meant that he could no longer be a man. He’d be processed into a stone, and he knew he’d be deaf and blind dust. Each particle of the dust he would turn into would be listening … Read more

Tarantino Fever by Eileen Murphy

It's midnight and the only two people in the green house are watching Tarantino films, the blood on the screen screaming "Get down!" The house shakes its roof doubtfully because the couple should go to sleep instead of arguing about who's the best director, and is Tarantino cool or only a wannabe, and is the … Read more

On His Blindness by Lauren Bishop-Weidner

Doth God exact day-labour, light denied.  (John Milton, 1608-1674)  Everyone recognized Dr. Nelson.  A political science professor at Southern Illinois University, the man was a campus fixture, kind and gentlemanly, impeccably dressed.  We marveled at the dignity and ease with which he and his guide dog navigated the hilly, wooded campus.  He was exotic, intriguing, … Read more

Under the Moon Light by Gary Metras

That scoundrel, man—he gets used to everything.                                                    Fyodor Dostoevsky   Maybe the moon is full and bright and earth reveals bones, shallow graves in a shallow war. Maybe the moon’s light plays with the meek fire of men cramped beneath a bridge in Ohio as they watch gray chunks of ice float down … Read more

Miles Davis in Blacksburg by Kyle Bradstreet

Their cell phones were still ringing. They were the EMT’s first words when hesitantly and anonymously telling his story to the local reporter. Working inside the hall he had been assigned a wet body, a hole where a breast should’ve been, and closed the victim’s still horrified eyes—a terrifying sight which had caused him to … Read more

New Year’s Eve 1980 by Raanan Geberer

"Have you heard the story of Gunny Joe? Who lived way down by the Kokomo? Aaaah, Gunny Joe!” Rob Rothstein bellowed the nonsensical rhyme at the top of his lungs, right in the middle of the sleazy donut place at 23rd Street and Eighth Avenue in Manhattan that he had entered to get away from … Read more

Poisonous by Morgan Songi

A Braided Essay Australian adult Cane Toads are heavily-built amphibians with dry warty skin. They have a bony head and bony ridges that meet above the nose and eyes.  Large swellings – the parotoid glands – are located on each shoulder.  All stages of the Cane Toad’s life-cycle are poisonous. The venom produced by the … Read more

Welcome to Egypt by Dawn-Michelle Baude

Algammah considers this urhent massge apologize to Allah from all soles which will be gone no way during this severe facing Oh God wi are sed   The call to jihad on the wall of Alexandria University of Egypt is a far cry from the fliers cheerfully exhorting, "Join Chess Club on Thursday!" or "Textbook … Read more

Dead for Decades by Steve Brightman

This morning I read Auden and his account of Icarus plunging into the apathetic sea, while I sat in a rocking chair sipping coffee cooled by milk that was nearing its expiration date.   Auden has been dead for decades and the sea remains unimpressed by us all.   Steve Brightman lives in Kent, OH, … Read more

Language of L by Chrys Tobey

Our love is the night sky – the way it looks like cotton stretched over a bruise. L stands for the lithium stars you pointed to as we sat on sand in Kawai. We used to laugh like all of Spain’s church bells going off at once. Two lowercase l’s standing side by side, I … Read more

No Thank You, Otto Titzling by Ana Thorne

Somehow I’d connected wearing a bra with a story on television about a young girl with polio in an iron lung. Her hair, head and neck were all that could be seen of the body inside the machine that breathed for her in place of her paralyzed diaphragm. She talked softly, and looked up into … Read more

Farbende by Ed Frankel

The iron treadles rock and doven in the flatiron shadows, pressed air and piece work. Hungry hands move like birds. Every week the girl who makes the least gets fired. You march arm and arm with women from the factory, a banner draped across your chest and you sing. Farbende I used to call you—the … Read more

Chalk It Up To Love by Ed Frankel

And then, hooked up to tubes and oxygen, She was screaming, catch me Joey, I’m falling! I picked her up, the heft and weight Of rabbit bones wrapped in silk, I’ve got you Rose I’ve got you. There were things I wanted to ask her, But she was calling me by her brother’s name. It … Read more

5230 by Joan Sutton

Samantha set her alarm clock for 5 a.m. every day of the week—including weekends. She had the volume set on two and kept it on her side of the bed not to wake her husband Gene. The soft sound of her alarm lifted  her up with out a moment of lag time. She reached over … Read more

Fall 2008

Two Hawks Quarterly Issue 2 – Number 2 – Fall 2008 __________________________________________________       5230 Joan Sutton Chalk It Up To Love Ed Frankel Deconstruction John S. Pirres Drive-by Beauty Wendy Hudson Farbende Ed Frankel Generation Lost Marykate Linehan Ketchikan Allan Wasserman LIGHT Denise Emanuel Clemen Nice and Fat Telaina Morse Eriksen Out of … Read more

The Ashtray by Benjamin Roberts

Verity.She appeared before us in the City Weekly newspaper, wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a bathtub, a child and yet a mummy—swaddled in soggy printers ink one wet September day like the day when the world came to know the name of heroin.The coffee was brewing.Brigham and I agreed wordlessly, Verity was just … Read more

Pink by Megan McCord

The basket weave butter cream frosting was exactly what Amanda had asked for, as were the piles of roses and butterflies that made the cake look more like a floral arrangement than something edible. But the color was all wrong. “Excuse me, are you sure this my cake? This cake is pink. Mine is supposed … Read more

Out of the Blue by Sharon Berg

A glorious, buttery-warm light lit the summer of 1966. This was the summer that surpassed all remembered summers. They started to call themselves The Quartet as school let out. Mary, Colleen, Helen, and Anne were secretly teasing their brothers, who patterned their vacant lot tournaments after the escapades of Zorro and The Three Musketeers. But … Read more

Role of Women by Eric Robinson, Jr.

My grandmother performed a one-man show she played the role of father, mother and spiritual confidant
 God stood on standby just in case grandma couldn’t give the role of father justice But she must have done okay because no matter how many times I asked, he never stepped in I used to wonder if it … Read more

Revelation: A Play in One Act, Philip Charles Barragan II

  Characters   Antonio- Cheerful, 41 year old single Italian man looking for a long-term relationship.He feels numb when the subject of HIV status arises on his dates.He has been positive for eighteen years, and that fact is beginning to make him feel like an outsider in some social situations.He hates dating for this reason.He … Read more

Ketchikan by Allan Wasserman

“Kid you got a golden thumb,” declared Cortis Haire. He had picked up the bright-eyed hippie outside of Los Angeles heading north on his pedal to the metal push towards Seattle. Cortis was an independent big rig driver, bringing up a fifty-pallet load of brake shoes to the Pacific Northwest. He was clean and sober … Read more

The Lovely Supermarket by Peter Donald

Dry refrigerated air. Warm bright light. Colors, vivid and organic. Symmetrical stacks of oranges(3 kinds), grapefruit(2 kinds), lemons, limes, apples (5 kinds) and vegetables: lettuce (4 kinds); squash(3 kinds); tomatoes (2 kinds), green onions and scallions. Bushels of carrots, glistening with moisture, in open cooler cases looking as if they had just been plucked from … Read more

Standing in the ICU by Shane Neilson

Standing in the ICU, anagram of incurable, and listening to Hoobastank (worst name since Rainbow Butt Monkeys) and “The Reason” coming from a little radio sitting at the head of the gondola (bed.) Yes, “The Reason” and listening to the staff listen to me recite the system-by-system, the (it-doesn’t-matter) lab results.He goes Mmph, hmmph, ummph,and … Read more

Generation Lost by Marykate Linehan

I always thought I’d drown like Martha did. Thrown overboard with anchors attached, Fighting to breath, discovered six days later, reduced to a skeleton, tangled in a lobster trap. My brother and I delivered her daily newspaper. She was on the front page. Martha was murdered by the hands of her own emptiness, seeking anyone … Read more