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Not Our Fault by Dylan Carpenter

A woman, bent over the crates in the grocery store, feeling her way through the stacks of produce. Her gray hair streaked with brown fell across her forehead in shepherd’s crooks caressing her eyebrows and tickling the bridge of her nose. She wasn’t looking at the fruits or vegetables in her hands, but a little to the left and down. An artichoke in her right hand, her left touched the edge of the barrel, fingers brushing the metal band that fell around the top like a belt tightened too high, causing the green pile to almost topple over, leaves thick like tongues licking the fingers of curious boys and girls who don’t know that artichokes have hearts too.

Sign of the Times by Ben Zucker

Ma ben veggio or sí come al popol tutto favola fui gran tempo, onde sovente di me mesdesmo meco mi vergogno; A new tale: If Petrarch had been born in the twenty-first century, he'd have fawned from afar briefly, over Facebook photos, and proceed to get his Laura (at some party of a friend of a friend they don't know), crossing eight hundred years in a single phone call and make the most of him and her: hold and help and fawn and finger out text messages in pentameter emoticons What, then, if she was unreachable, fundamentally, but had? No longer an object of sought mysticism The poet is sorry-grateful; it's the little things you do together poetry is not little So afterwards he would describe how sad it was, in unrhymed freer verse, with an electric guitar or two

Profile for Burner Magazine

Burner Magazine, issue 01 (September 2010)  

The inaugural issue of Burner Magazine, which aims to take the boring out of the literary and arts scenes.

Burner Magazine, issue 01 (September 2010)  

The inaugural issue of Burner Magazine, which aims to take the boring out of the literary and arts scenes.

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