The long awaited Blink-Ink issue 18 is now at the printers.
There have been two full weeks of communication and format problems to contend with
We hope to ship the issue shortly.
I may be a car crash of a person but you’re the one who wrecked me. An unpaved road that exhausted my tires, a rock through my windshield that started as a crack but worked its way into shattering the entire thing.
by Rachel Tanner
As a side note, Rachel owns a lot of scrunchies.
The Babble Comes Full Circle
It’s gonna be like Oakland, people walking around Lake Merritt beneath a necklace of lights talking on cell phones in Arabic, Spanish, Cantonese, Russian, German, Hebrew, hip-hop and everything else, a seagull looking for a place to bash a mussel, a pfeffernusse of white daisies sprinkled on the lawn, the International Cooperation Ensemble playing at the bandstand and leaves like paper cranes.
by Lenore Weiss
I bought a ice cream sandwich and a lottery ticket at the gas station on my way to vote so it wouldn’t be wasted trip.
Gus returns to us with this short-stack of a 25 word story.
Lost in metaphors, those aimless alley alkies are a collective sixty-eight cents short of their next infusion.
They put Sweetie on the sidewalk, begging change of strangers. Sweetie looks rough, but her soul’s still in there.
She says, “Please, mister. I’m not really a bad person.”
You want to believe her.
by Todd Mercer
New friend Todd Mercer bring us this one.
“The sea once took entire villages here,”Sue worried aloud as she and
Gary motored out of the redwood groves and up the northern coast.
With a wary eye on the capricious surf, Sue simultaneously noted the
Golden State’s impotent warning signs placed every few miles.
TSUNAMI ESCAPE ROUTE with arrows feebly pointing inland.
by Margaret Brinton
Margaret Brinton brings her talents to Blink both here and in the upcoming issue #18.
She is a California based, and writes of people, tea, and giant waves.
A Life in Balance
Last night drinking top shelf rum
in the Philadelphia Hard Rock.
Right there under Jimi’s portrait
live band playing loud
Tonight I am scraping cat puke
off the edge of my bed.
by Christopher Reilley
Another New England native, something from Christopher Reilley
We are completely trill to release the names of out 2014 nominees for the famed Pushcart awards.
“The First Snow” by Samantha Sigler
“Impossible” by Lauren Harma
“Burnt Sugar” by Krystal Sierra
“The First Wife of Mickey Dolenz” by Robin Stratton
“After” by Anna Lea Jancewicz
“Somwwhere Beneath It” by Robert Scotellaro
Life is angry, civilization is no more. Lunatics roam the earth savagely. Robbing,
raping and destroying anything that gets in their way. Monopolies rule in ignorance,
burning the fields and poisoning the wells until the earth opens and swallows them.
Jeanette Cheezum 2014
Jeanette Cheezum is the successful author of many novels and short stories. Her work has
appeared widely in print as well as online. She is a veteran of Blink-Ink and a charter member
of The Hampton Roads Writers group. She is a very nice woman and this piece is especially
dark from her. She publishes a fine weekly journal titled “Jeanette Cheezum’s Cavalcade of Stars”,
that we are happy to recommend.