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Yeti Tales
November 2005, Issue 7
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Full, voluptuous, addictive writings....
All I could see was darkness, thick foliage and shadows. My world was contained by a bright yellow floodlight with a motion sensor. It made the front of the house and the yard as bright as day, but it couldn’t reach beyond the border of trees. I exhaled a smooth stream of smoke and stared. I felt alone and disconnected from the world. It felt like me and the front porch and the cars and the asphalt and the cigarette were all that existed.
, by Valerie Robins
This is the hardest time to leave you
The hardest to say goodbye
Love and Learn, by Bryan Market
Ignorance and idiocy
killed me a million times
Wet Sand, by T. Forster
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Yeti Tales- In Print!
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The Great Flight of the 12 Year-Old,
by
Brandon D. Christopher
The possibilities were endless with all of this money. I stopped thinking of what I could buy and focused my attention on what I couldn't buy with it, which, to a 12 year-old, wasn't much. I could probably buy a slave with $50. I could buy a midget. I could buy one hundred candy bars, a ship. I could buy favors, influence, neighbors. I could probably buy a real gun and enough ammo to restart the Vietnam War, which, to a 12 year-old, was the only real war because it was the only one that had both Sylvester Stallone and Chuck Norris as its kung-fu-wielding veterans.
Tourist Escapades, by
Christopher Mulrooney
The First Christmas,
by Amy Letter
The worship of steam, green, and gold was
antithetical to these new cults, these exalters of wine, grain, and time. By
the year Julia began school, a shrewd campaign for orthodoxy had swept Market
Gate clean of the signs of foreign religions, and the lamps, garlands, and
banners of the state-approved gods were everywhere to be seen.
Thanksgiving – San Francisco Style,
by Rob Rosen
We were all
seated for Thanksgiving dinner when our host, Samuel, turned to the three of us
and asked who would say the prayer before dinner.
“You’re joking, right?” asked my friend, Carmen, who was seated to my right.
“No. This is a traditional Thanksgiving dinner and, traditionally, someone always says a prayer before we eat,” responded Samuel, with no sign that he indeed was joking.
We all looked at each other and waited for a volunteer.
No one was eager to bless our meal. I supposed that we were all too shy or, more than likely, not one of us had a religious bone in our bodies. This was San Francisco, after all, and most everyone I knew leaned towards paganism more than anything else. So many of my friends were witches, both the male and female varieties, that I often thought I was living in a Grimm’s fairytale most of the time. Not that witches aren’t religious. I guess. Though, honestly, I have no idea if they are or not.
Fairy Light Redemption, by
Denise Siegel
white trash gingerbread...
Morry's Memento, written
by Brian Newlin. Illustrated by
Kenney Mencher
"Well, obviously it's the symbol for ohm,
the unit of measurement for electrical resistance.", I said. "It's also the
symbol for the Greek letter omega. One ohm represents the resistance in a
circuit when one volt maintains a current of one amp..."
Mr. Abbot slammed his fist down on the desk. "Dammit, Stephenson! That makes
no sense! We're a snack cake company, for God's sake!"
Colored Perspective, by
Nikki Nipkow
Sweet smells of rose
Sweet swells of cold
Also featured in the print edition: Art...
33.51,
by
Miya Ando Stanoff
Steel and pigment, 36" x 36"
Adult Games,
by
Vladimir Vitkovsky
Oil On Wood, 8x10
Carnivore's Inquiry, by
Kenney Mencher
Oil on canvas, 24"x24"
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