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  April 2014
volume 11 number 1
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  Scott Alexander
  Shawn Aveningo
  Jonathan Beale
  Jack G. Bowman
  Betsy Burke
  Matt Burns
  Shibani Chattopadhyay
  Rachel Coventry
  Tyler Dupuis
  Allison Grayhurst
  John Grochalski
  Hedy Habra
  Samantha Henderson
  Augustus Invictus
  Natalie Itzhaki
  Scott Jacobson
  Alex Johnson
  Mikel K
  Craig Kurtz
  Phillip Larrea
  N.M. Leepsa
  Anthony Magistrale
  Brendan McCormack
  Christopher Mulrooney
  Philip ONeil
  Ebi Robert
  Walter Ruhlmann
  April Salzano
  Jake Sheff
  Rishan Singh
  Julia Stein
  Allen Taylor
  Paul Tristram
  Wanda Vanhoy Smith
  Claire Walker
  Viola Weinberg
  Claire Williams
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Scott Alexander
April 2014



photo by mauricio alejandro ramos

    Scott Alexander is a self-confessed Valley Boy and Native American, from the El Lay burbs. Once nominated for a Pulitzer, he eked out "a major list of minor publications"?" incl.: Parnassus, Paris, and Chiron Review(s); two poetry books of which Litany won the Masters Literary Award; a screenplay to which he'd rather not admit; a story collection, The Crow Wars, currently optioned by Titan Press"?? and a novel, Orange Messiahs, which can be previewed at
    A once Hollywood agent, Scott, interviewed many good liars but few good actors. He also built several houses with his own hands. And for mid-life crisis, he garnered two useless
graduate degrees = then served a stint as a professor of Writing Studies in an ex-Soviet republic.
    More tangibly, Scott recently helmed a popular writers club where, in five years, he helmed sixty of the most well attended and critically acclaimed little literary events in SoCal.



The Arms of Fire

Ican still hear the ashes
speak of Santa Maria and how
she burned, her eyes circled
by darkness, her thighs clenching
the life that she gave
in death.

She had yearned
for love and a daddy to hold
in her room filled with broken
dolls and torn dresses.

And from the smoke the ashes
speak again, confessing
how they worshiped the taste of her fire
that came to claim the smell of her skin.

Smoke cannot be
contained. It can only speak
the truth, lest we forget
that the smell of fire comes
only from what it burns.

copyright 2014 Scott Alexander