• Posts Tagged ‘Leigh Legler’

    Gray Eye Shuffle

    by  • August 13, 2018 • Fiction • 0 Comments

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    An essay by Othello Maxwell, as provided by Brandon Nolta Art by Leigh Legler She looked like the kind of woman for whom doors opened. Tall, hair so black it absorbed the light, her body a pillar of muscle, she strode with confidence through the late-afternoon commuter crowd, someone used to being unimpeded. I watched her...

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    A Gift for Michael

    by  • July 9, 2018 • Fiction • 0 Comments

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    An essay by Doctor Veronica West, as provided by Maureen Bowden Art by Leigh Legler Lucas Vale, the most talented artist to emerge in over a century, was twenty years old and dying. He lay back against his propped-up pillows, eyes sunken in his pale face, his lips tinged blue. “This is for you,...

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    The Wing Collector

    by  • February 12, 2018 • Fiction • 0 Comments

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    An essay by an anonymous collector, as provided by H. Pueyo Art by Leigh Legler The anatomy of their bodies is quite singular–a single head, two normal arms and legs of varying sizes, a common torso of proportionate shape, slightly wider to fit their potent lungs, feet en pointe like a ballerina, with claws...

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    Machine to Describe a Moth

    by  • December 4, 2017 • Fiction • 0 Comments

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    An essay by Dr. Phillip R. Bates, as provided by J. Lee Strickland Art by Leigh Legler I found the street, although my anxiety about the city would often turn the simplest directions into a trial. It was lined with attached single homes of Gothic aspect, steep gables fronting on the street and windows with leaded...

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    The Observer’s Paradox

    by  • November 6, 2017 • Fiction • 1 Comment

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    An essay by Sorcha Bell, as provided by Judith Field Art by Leigh Legler I stand on the edge of the giddying cliff. The sea crashes below. “Skildir,” I whisper. The word catches on the wind. Soon the sun will rise. I must catch the brief January light. I will see the eagles fly,...

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