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I Ate My Neighbour’s Cat

December 2, 2015Leopardskin & Limes

by Marie Luise Lehner

Last night I silently ate my neighbour’s cat in the backyard. It tasted of struggle, and its muscles were tense from loneliness. Continue Reading →

Loneliest Bus in San Antonio

November 30, 2015Leopardskin & Limes

by Misti Rainwater-Lites

All the gingerbread children
are coupled and proving it
so snug and smug in hands and smirks.
Eyes glued to electric rectangles. Continue Reading →

The Volcano

November 25, 2015Leopardskin & Limes

by Alex Vigue

There’s a volcano and it’s about to erupt and kill everyone on the planet. It’s a very big volcano. There is also a whale. But the whale is dead. Luckily there is also a mad scientist, although she prefers to be called Gene. Continue Reading →

Joy Ride

November 23, 2015Leopardskin & Limes

by Amanda Faye

~after Sherman Alexie

1. A car travelling at 100 mph will continue to do so until it hits a tree. Continue Reading →

Interview with Ryan Van Winkle

November 20, 2015Leopardskin & Limes

by Jane Flett

Our featured writer this month is Ryan Van Winkle, an old friend and personal poetry hero of mine. Ryan spends most of his time touring the world reading poems to people, hosting events and podcasts, and putting on award-winning festival shows, but he took some time out of his schedule to talk to us about the moon… Continue Reading →

The Sad and Serious Story of Janet

November 18, 2015Leopardskin & Limes

by Viola Nordsieck

When Janet was thirteen years old, she found out about perspectives. Continue Reading →

Watermelon Man

November 16, 2015Leopardskin & Limes

by Elisa Pieper

Cut it, suck it, throw it. Next stop on our journey is wasteland. He told me you’re a

watermelon. Juicy and fresh and seedy and pink and sinful and opened by the knife

and everything he ever wanted in this absent life. Continue Reading →

No Show

November 11, 2015Leopardskin & Limes

by Archie Aston

The kids ate my weed biscuits. I came down for breakfast and saw that Daddy’s biscuits’ box wasn’t where I left it last night. I looked at the little shits around the table, scoffing down their sugared puffs, slurping through the guilt. They knew I knew.
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