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Volume 1 Number 3

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Welcome to the third issue of Amarillo Bay, published on Monday, November 1, 1999. We hope you enjoy browsing through the fiction, creative nonfiction, and poetry!

Fiction

Smell
by Sandy Steinman
I just opened the fridge for the umpteenth time, frustrated, and queasy.
There's a bad smell that fills the kitchen, floats down the hall, invading every room in the house. I phoned Alice about it, apologized profusely for interrupting her morning meditation group. She didn't have a clue.

Mechanic
by Dennis Must
I miss Betty.
She knew how to repair cars, hang doors, and finish cement. She enjoyed barroom banter, salacious jokes, and pitching softball. Allison's father admired her, too. Virtually incompetent with his hands, he worked with his head. He didn't like to get dirty; she did, happiest when her face and clothes were smudged with axle grease. He'd have a martini at sundown; she'd open a beer. An unlikely pair sitting next to each other on the western deck, watching darkness descend into the Cape's scrub oak and tortured pine.

I Killed Hemingway
by Ulf Ronnquist
July 6, 1961
The thing I like least about electric shock is the smell.

Creative Nonfiction

The Pornographic Dream
by J.D. Smith
It has been a long time since I have spent a long time with pornography, and I am in no hurry to renew the acquaintance. Its simplistic view of sex and its reduction of women to useful parts are childish things best put away in the face of adult sexuality and its high-stakes consequences. Condoms help, but they have no emotional equivalent.

Poetry

A Faint Collage
by Janet I. Buck
Purple cabbage
stains your hands
like amethyst
immersed in gold.

Gettin' Buy
by Sherry Hewett
Oh god, the words
keep gnawing
at me.

Icarus Agricolus
by J.B. Mulligan
Darking, tea-steeped sky, gustery
October wind, moist with suggestion,
questions that the trees behind the house
discuss, answers debated and rejected
like leaves. What have we done?
What remains of it? For we are gone.

Donny Does E-mail
by John Rothfork

Note: You should start with the first five poems.

E-poem: fifteen
Donny
got a cell phone yet?
they got phones in the slam now?
ain’t put up bond for call-blocking yet
who’d I wanna beam up?
you?

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