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February 2, 2010
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An excerpt from: The Journey of an Accountant
written by Christopher Kodama
The faded blue Chevette cruised along the long, empty freeway. Jason, wearing his Monday red tie and white shirt, was headed to the annual accountant’s convention 350 miles from his house. As he took a sip of coffee, one hand on the steering wheel, he noticed something he’d never noticed before: a small red button irregularly placed on the armrest of the car door. He guessed that the button would automatically roll down the windows. After thinking for a while he theorized that he could save fortunes in gas money if he rolled down the windows to cool off instead of using the air conditioning, like he always did. He set down the mug into the cup holder and pushed the button. The windows did not open; Instead, the car engine choked and spurted before slowing down and stopping completely. “Oh God,” he thought, “I’ve just hit the self-destruct button.” As he fumbled to take off his seat belt, he heard a strange charging sound emitting from the rear of his car. Before he could even turn his head, the car exploded forward, ripping off the bolts that connected Jason’s seat to the floor, sending Jason and his seat crashing into the back of the car. The coffee mug similarly flew back and crashed into and broke on Jason’s face, further worsening the situation. Jason, with burning, bitter coffee in his eyes and nearly pinned to his seat from the g-force of the acceleration, screamed for his mommy like a little girl riding a roller coaster ride for the first time alone. Jason’s stomach lurched as the car suddenly rose off the ground; he threw up. His nose began bleeding and dripped onto his white shirt. To make matters worse for himself, he looked out the window; he was 500 feet above ground. His fears of blood, vomit, and heights together overcame him and he passed out.
The car continued its course, though. After some time, Jason half-awoke. The first thing he saw was a giant flying medieval castle, headed directly towards him. Half-conscious, Jason calmly watched himself and the Chevette draw closer to the castle, as if he was watching the event unfold on a movie screen. The car crashed through the castle wall, sending him forward into the driver airbag. The car clattered on the cobblestone floor of the castle and stopped with a crunch against another wall. The jarring and crashing fully awoke Jason, and he began to comprehend his predicament: he was stuck on a flying castle, his flying car had just totaled against a castle wall, and he was going to be late for the convention.
Watercolor Puzzles by Tawri Matsushige
The Geisha and the Cowboy
By Kris Kokame
Two destined, star-crossed lovers
who found true love by chance,
perhaps the strangest and the most
peculiar romance.
A dainty little woman,
her face a powdered white
in a patterned silk kimono
and her obi sashed up tight.
From a fault in history’s timeline
came a rugged man named Hank
who spied the woman right away,
attracted by her swank.
These two characters in time
were never meant to be,
one from saloons and Wild Wild West,
the other serving tea.
The woman’s hair like midnight strands
pulled tight into a bun,
in contrast to the golden locks
of blonde hair like the sun.
A fan held loosely in one hand,
the other hand between
the calloused fingers of her love,
holding to his queen.
But through the twists and turns of Fate,
And through the gaps of time,
this fated couple stole away,
and wedding bells did chime.
Running together down unknown paths,
their hearts thudding with joy,
the strangest couple in history’s span:
the geisha and the cowboy.
All Things Must Die By Nature’s Hand by Eunice Chang
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By Jacqueline Mosteller
i drew a life
in water colors on a pristine page
and watched the held hands
blur together.
entwined fingers forever enmeshed
or
dreams washed away
like rain down a windowpane?
Chinatown by Tawri Matsushige
The Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon
By Tom Hartwell
I am the crackle of
pig
burned
with iron,
my pain
coats mouths with
warm
melted
fat.
Cacophony by Eunice Chang
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