MAYDAY

MAYDAY Magazine: Issue 8 Summer 2014

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EDITORS‘ INTRODUCTION
 Paul Crenshaw & Okla Elliott Special Nonfiction Issue

FEATURED
ARTICLE

 David Kirby
photos by Barbara Hamby

Who Made That Wooden Horse, and What’s It Doing on Our Beach? What Greece Needs Now
ESSAYS Hannah Dela Cruz Abrams Letter to Laurena
Amy Gigi Alexander From Lost to Loved in Bihar
Robert Cowan Close Call With Siberian Kick-boxers
Michael Gills Eternally Yours
Graham Guest What I Know about My Mother

What I Don’t Know about My Mother
Greg Hlavaty A Quiet Fighter
Michael Karl (Ritchie) Four Letters
Christian Sorace Red Memory
POEMS Nancy P. Davenport Chianti
Gary Fincke Quagmire
Janet Joyner Anna Greene
Melissa King Rogers Mockingbird

Recluse
Ed Makowski The Sickly Child
Michael Meyerhofer No Oasis
Seth Michelson White Privilege: A Manifesto

Trilingual Queer Love Song: A
Manifesto
Joseph Mills The Neighbors Talk About Our Adoption
Joshua Preston Orville Wright and the Bomb
David R. Slavitt Restoration
P. J. Williams Totally Undone but Singing
TRANSLATION Efraín Bartolomé
translated by Kevin Brown		 An excerpt from Ocosingo War Diary: Voices from Chiapas
HYBRID Vincent Czyz

A Tour of Ancient Lykia (A Letter Sent to Albert Goldbarth)
Siddhartha Sebastian Larsson Nonfiction Fiction

REVIEWS

 Michael Ennis My Second Favorite Writer Just Died: Elmore Leonard, Philip K. Dick, and the Weird Justice of Genre
Richard Kostelanetz The Search for Conceptual Writing in Dworkin and Goldsmith’s Against Expression
Carol Smallwood Style in John Galsworthy’s The Patrician
Tony Whedon On the Move with Neil Shepard’s Vermont Exit Ramps
COVER
IMAGE		 Sarah Katharina Kayß www.sarahkatharinakayss.com


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