Author: Dual Coast Magazine

Glenn’s Chewy Brownies

Glenn says, “These are the best brownies to inspire artists.” Makes 1 Serving for Glenn (Or 8 big brownies for normal people.) 1⁄2 cup melted butter (real) 1⁄2 cup unsweetened cocoa 1…

Monument Valley Reverie by Jackie Maugh Robinson

Monument Valley Reverie I see giant knight fortresses and kingly spires And crenelated rock towers against sunrise fires God-spaced across the desert chess board Of the breathtaking Monument Valley floor I’ve never…

Street Photographer Shoots at a Lunar Site by William C. Crawford

Around Innumerable Pits, Waiting by Sandra Kolankiewicz

Around Innumerable Pits, Waiting You can engage or disengage around the fire pit, look toward the house or the stars you can’t see in the blackness above for the tongues flickering around…

A Trampoline under Snow by Sandra Kolankiewicz

A Trampoline under Snow So much information’s shared in the unsaying. Everything you want to know exposed by absence, which is it self a place holder, like zero makes one meaningful, provides…

American Cemetery by Bill Melton

AMERICAN CEMETERY John L. Pilker Service Number 20344946 PFC 175 Infantry 29 Div. Maryland June 19, 1944 This is the story of the medal that I left hanging on his grave marker…

Forever Pet by Katherine Groppo

FOREVER PET One recent afternoon, as I attempted to spray paint an old lamp while simultaneously wrangling our newly adopted golden retriever, my son discovered a ladybug. He was immediately seized by…

Burn Out by Katie Winkler

Burn Out I’ll tell you what I want. Come to think of it, what exactly do I want? I used to want to be published in exclusive journals, solicited to speak at…

Transmigration by Brian Burmeister

Transmigration In Kalma they have Kalashnikovs, Russian toys for African children. The Dajo, Fur, and Zaghawa Who died as one family At the end of Janjaweed pangas and guns, Turn metal Against…

Dreams of Exile by Michael B. Cameron

DREAMS OF EXILE I’ve been dreaming of leaving Hopping in a car and heading West With nothing but the clothes on my back Cashing one last check To Seattle where she waits…

Balance by Stephen A. Neill

Balance the early autumn night sends its chills tugging playfully through my hair as I bathe my callous feet in heat soaked rock stubbornly holding onto the sun a balance my body…

Siblings by Joanna M. Weston

SIBLINGS we went sideways at each other looked askance tried speech which slid into short phrases caught between pages of albums held long past distance not notated by genealogist or curious historian…

Burning by Joanna M. Weston

BURNING leaves crackle crunch fracture under my feet as I rake lift toss dump I’d like to gather anger into a pile heft it high let fury drop and set fire to…

The Last Inhabitants by Joanna M. Weston

THE LAST INHABITANTS this is where the lamp hangs cockroaches inside the phone cushions hide half-chewed gum a coat provides short shift hang-dog days of winter cat curled in patch of light…

Oblivion by Joanna M. Weston

OBLIVION don’t wake me when he drinks when he drives don’t tell me of the screech the car crash let me sleep let me dream unaware

How My Father Loves by MRR Arcega

How My Father Loves paprika, tamarind sauce, white pepper, leeks at six in the morning, the smell of the sea sizzling on charcoal in the backyard. this is not for the sister…

Golden Years by Claire Scott

GOLDEN YEARS Is it possible? Did I pass through my golden years and completely miss them? those easy years rocking on the porch, reading the Great Novels, grandchildren quietly playing Monopoly, the…

Issue #3 (Full Issue)

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Charlotte by Erin Vance

Charlotte a china girl sleeps in a matchbox bed; frozen her tender bones tumbled smooth by flesh-round stumps

Real Presence by Benjamin Nardolilli

Real Presence Buttons are popping out and everyone Claims they need my knickknacks As my head is filled with bric-a-brac, The year is landing down into holidays, Where days slide into one…