Shotgun Memory
Sunday, January 6, 2019
Else
Contents:
Smiley Wakes Up, by Donna Scott
Epic Cycle (poem), by Sonya Taaffe
The Bramble Path You Follow, by Zane Mankowski
Memorial Day (poem), by Kent Kruse
In the City Under the Sea, by Caspian Gray
The Tyndall Effect (poem), by Victoria Nordland
Open Up (poem), by Neal Wilgus
Art: John Stanton
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Saturday, September 29, 2018
Not One Of Us #60
Contents:
Persistent Pieces, by Matthew Lyons
The Quiet Song (poem), by Alexandra Seidel
Fruit in Its Season, by Rob Francis
Midas (poem), by Gwynne Garfinkle
Mutter, by Sara Beitia
The Midden Wall (poem), by Aurea Kochanowski
Sinking, Singing, by Gwynne Garfinkle
The River Delivers Its Commission (poem), by Sonya Taaffe
The Concrete Child, by Mat Joiner
Suck (poem), by Shannon Connor Winward
On Mercury (poem), by David C. Kopaska-Merkel
The Empty Chair, by Ruth Asch
Barkskin (poem), by S. Brackett Robertson
Our Lady of the Tarpaulin, by Steve Toase
Nostalgia/Νέκυια (poem), by Sonya Taaffe
Art: John Stanton
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Wednesday, August 15, 2018
Akaso V50 Pro Action Camera
Over the past twelve days, I’ve put my Akaso V50 Pro Action
Camera through a lot, and I still have a few features left to explore. I’m
impressed by the exceptional quality of both the video and the still frame
photography this little camera offers. I’ve attached the camera to both
side-door windows of our car and driven around shooting test video – the above photo,
a single-frame grab from the video, demonstrates the quality. My personal
specialty as a photographer, is B&W art, and I’m pleasantly surprised at
the exceptional quality of the still-frame shots I’ve gotten so far – even the
B&W filter is better than I had expected, both crisp, and nicely toned.
The Akaso comes with a nice assortment of attachments and
accessories; it challenges the imagination to come up with unique places to
take a camera. Particularly useful is the wristwatch-style remote control.
If you decide to purchase one, be sure to read through the
manual and familiarize yourself with the features of this camera. The
time-lapse capability is a lot of fun, if you have children or pets.
My only problem-the latch on the waterproof case broke when
I tried to close it, a few days after the camera arrived. I left an email to
customer service, seeking to replace the latch (maybe they’ll make the next
latch out of aluminum?). A representative replied about an
hour later, and sent me a new case, which has already arrived.
I researched action cams for two weeks before ordering, and
now I’m convinced that you can’t beat this camera at anywhere near the price –
or the customer service.
The Akaso V50 Pro on Amazon
The Akaso V50 Pro on Amazon
Monday, April 2, 2018
Not One of Us Issue #59
The Trumpet Man, by Craig Rodgers
The Great Fire (poem), by Sonya Taaffe
Passing Through, by Tamzin Mitchell
When the Graveyard Burned (poem), by Neal Wilgus
The House Beneath (poem), by Alexandra Seidel
The Women Around Achilles (poem), by Sonya Taaffe
Unwritten Songs, by Tim Jeffreys
Coulrophobia (poem), by Lee Nash
Mr. Biscuit (poem), by Jessica Amanda Salmonson
The Final Four (Suicide Rock), by Stephen L. Antczak
Zero Dream (poem), by F. Brett Cox
A Last Meal, by Nicole Tanquary
Return to Womb (poem), by Stephanie M. Wytovich
A Haunting (poem), by Davian Aw
Art: John Stanton
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Wednesday, January 24, 2018
Psychic Pop
Another tale from the spring when Flo and I were first
dating.
Near dark, after having picked Flo up at her apartment, we
were heading west on 38th Street, to one of our hangouts, the Pizza
Inn, next door to where I worked. I was driving down the middle lane, when I saw
a flashing red light and heard a siren—a motorcycle cop was racing up behind
me. I flipped on my turn signal and eased into the right lane, as the cycle led
a line of posh cars and a limo or two west to the interstate, probably headed
for the airport. These sights are not uncommon here in the spring, as we get
close to the Indianapolis 500.
As the last car in the caravan raced by, I checked to see if
a chase cycle had taken up the rear, as is often the case,
but I saw nothing behind me, so I flipped on my turn signal so that I could
make my way over to the left lane, as my left turn was approaching. Just then,
more flashing lights—the chase cycle blew past me as he tried to catch up to
the caravan. As I remember, he gave me the evil eye as he passed, but I had not
encroached on his lane, and he was far behind the motorcade, desperate to catch
up.
I made my way over to the left lane, and my turn, and as I
pulled onto High School Road, there was the chase cop, angrily waving me over
to the side of the road.
He tore into me with a rage that would have been justified
had I endangered him, but I had not. Before he could finish reading me the riot
act, a familiar car pulled up from the opposite direction. My father approached the fellow cop, and flashed
his own badge. Explanations ensued, the motorcycle cop’s head dropped, and I
was spared his wrath.
I was both grateful and befuddled—how did my dad show up
here, with such perfect timing? He was home, watching television, when he
suddenly had a feeling that I was in danger. He grabbed his jacket, hopped in
his car and drove directly to the spot where I was.
The timing, though… he had rolled out of his driveway well
before the motorcycle cop had pulled me over, probably, even, before the cycle roared
past me on 38th Street.
How he did it, I don’t know, but my father had a knack for
that sort of thing, one that served him well both as a soldier and a police
officer. Made for a pretty cool dad, as well
Sunday, January 21, 2018
Animal Day II
Contents:
Dirt Upon My Skin, by Steve Toase
кот древнее и неприкосновенное животное (poem), by Sonya Taaffe
Just Wait (poem), by Neal Wilgus
Corey’s Hallowe’en, by Barbara Rosen
Laika (poem), by Holly Day
Bones, Bones, Bones, by Nicholas Stillman
The Prince of Denmark Plays Solitaire (poem), by Suzanna Hersey
Unmagical (poem), by J. J. Steinfeld
The Intersection of a Venn Diagram Where You’re Least Sober, by Willem Myra
Fatherless Daughter Syndrome (poem), by Susan L. Leary
Art: John Stanton (cover), Barbara Rosen
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Dirt Upon My Skin, by Steve Toase
кот древнее и неприкосновенное животное (poem), by Sonya Taaffe
Just Wait (poem), by Neal Wilgus
Corey’s Hallowe’en, by Barbara Rosen
Laika (poem), by Holly Day
Bones, Bones, Bones, by Nicholas Stillman
The Prince of Denmark Plays Solitaire (poem), by Suzanna Hersey
Unmagical (poem), by J. J. Steinfeld
The Intersection of a Venn Diagram Where You’re Least Sober, by Willem Myra
Fatherless Daughter Syndrome (poem), by Susan L. Leary
Art: John Stanton (cover), Barbara Rosen
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Labels:
Animal Day II,
John Benson,
Not One of Us
Thursday, August 31, 2017
Not One of Us Issue # 58
Contents:
Pigeon-Bone
Soup,
by Patricia Russo
The Man
Who Embraced His Own Fungus (poem), by Josh Pearce Abhaus (poem), by Mat Joiner
Eqalussuaq, by Tim Major
The House Always Wins (poem), by Sonya Taaffe
Beside the Paprika, a Pinch of Cyanide, by Michael Piel
Back in the Day (poem), by Kent Kruse
Tidal, by Rose Keating
God Is Spying on Mankind (poem), by Holly Day
The Daemons (poem), by K. S. Hardy
Burn the Kool Kidz at the Stake, by Mike Allen
Dive (poem), by Sonya Taaffe
Peek Up (poem), by Neal Wilgus
Art: John Stanton
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