Issue 9c

Table of Contents

Poetry

Three Poems—Raymond Farr

Three Poems—Lee Nash

Three Poems—David Ackley

Tree Hearts—Stanley A. Galloway

Four Poems—Jeannie Roberts

Four Poems—daniel de culla

Three Poems—Nate Maxson

Four Poems—Ajise Vincent

Three Poems–Mason Nunemaker

Understanding Bees–Darryl Price

Flash Fiction

Three Fictions—Nicholas Cook

Bad Policeman—John Riley

Long Fiction

My Black Hand Massacre—Mister Pope

Artwork

daniel de culla

Issue 9a

Table of Contents

Poetry

Four Poems—-Steve Klepetar

Five Poems—Donal Mahoney

JEHOVA FRAGMENT #7

JEHOVAH FRAGMENT #8

JEHOVAH FRAGMENT #11—Joseph J. Wood

Caseworker Arrives—Catherine Zickgraf

Two Poems—Chella Courington

On Platform 2, You See Yourself—-Kate Garrett

Tenacity—-Nikki Anne Schmutz

 

Fiction

I Know—Beate Siggridaughter

Romantic Precepts for the Aesthetically Challenged—Jacob Appel

Final Transmission of HMS Prayopavesa—Joseph J. Wood

Three Fictions—Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois

Issue 8

Table of Contents

Poetry

Three Poems–Eric Allen Yankee

Three Poems–Andi Stout

Three Poems–Tim Suermondt

Three Poems–Irena Koronas

Three Poems–Robert Cole

Two Poems–PJ Carmichael

Two Poems–Cody Music

Two Poems–David Wright

Three Poems–Marc Frazier

 

Fiction

Vows–Barry Basden

The Johnny Carson Show–Gary V. Powell

This story is a stone–James Lloyd Davis

Scintilla Whiff’s Short Day–strannikov

 

Reviews:

Music: Outer Edge (Ollocs)

Books: Underwater Typewriter (Marc Zegans)

Issue 4

Uncategorized

Fiction:

Three Stories–Matt Hill

Flim-flam–Chris Okum

Two Stories–Barry Basden

Mandatory Options–Robert Cole

Rwanda Suite: Cabaret La Prospérité–Steven Gowin

First Week–Cezarija Abartis

Tale from a Möbius Strip–strannikov

Sisters–Christopher Allen

Sausages–Deborah Oster Pannell

Thunder Snow–Gary V. Powell

Poetry:

Three Poems–Keri Withington

Four Poems–Emily Bertholf

never a baby–jan Ball

Three Poems–Jenene Ravesloot

Two Poems–Lucy Logsdon

About

Uncategorized

The Miscreant publishes flash fiction and poetry that challenges social boundaries, makes us rethink what it means to be human–and more importantly, bludgeons us over the head with raw, honest reality.

Submissions are on a rolling basis and responses will typically be given within two weeks.

The Miscreant is a Duotrope listed publication; further info can be found here: https://duotrope.com/listing/19973

Flash fiction pieces should be no longer than 600 words and poetry should be no longer than 20 lines.

Send your work, along with a short bio, in the body of an email addressed to themiscreantmag@gmail.com.

Please submit no more than five poems or short fiction pieces per issue.

The Miscreant is an equal opportunity publishing venture. It does not discriminate on the basis of gender identity, sexual identity, race, religious affiliation and/or disability.

Voice

Robert Beveridge

Distant thunder slips by outside
like your voice, soft
and deep, pliant.
Sometimes I trail
one finger down your back
scratch, light, with the nail
just to hear the dark, sweet purr
as you snuggle closer, a cat
full of cream and satisfied.
In your sleep, sometimes,
you whisper my name
invest it with warmth, softness
make syllables I’ve lived with
sound new, comfortable.
Now I sleep nestled
in your voice, warm, safe,
away from all care.

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Robert Beveridge makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poems just outside Cleveland, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Chiron Review, Third Wednesday, and Random Sample Review, among others.

The poems:

Five Poems

Mike Meraz

1

The
Gashes
The world
Cuts
Into
Poets
Are only
More
Exits
For poems
To seep
Out
Of.

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2

We used to
Text each
Other
Proper
Messages
But now it’s
Things like
“Well, you
Suck!”

It seems
We are
Getting
Closer.

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3

In a matter of time
You will realize
Your submissive
Little
Saint
Was just holding
Back
And
Wasn’t a saint
At all
But a
Patient
Devil.

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4

I worked in a
1920s
Mom and pop
Grocery store
In New Orleans
Owned by
Louise and John
Matassa
Who worked me
To the bone
While
I boned
That city
For all the poems
It
Was
Worth.

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5

I drank a 18 pack
Of Miller Light
A pack of cloves
In a room
With no ventilation
When a girl I was
Seeing at the time
Came to my door
Unexpectedly.
“Who’s here?” she asked
“Who’s here?!”
“No ones here” I told her.
“So you just been smoking
And drinking on your
Own?? Yeah right!”

No one has ever
Understood
My
Solitude.

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Mike Meraz lives and writes in Whittier, Ca. He has been published online and in print. His new book She Poems is published by Epic Rites Press.

Henry VIII with Fever Nearly a Decade after Publication of the English Bible

Sheldon Lee Compton, Uncategorized

He rubbed his rosary and kept covered his stinking flesh. He curled on the bed while God sat cross-legged in the far corner.

I am God, God said. It’s time. You’ve wasted the gift of your life long enough in excessive pride and self-indulgence.

He did not want to die. He knew God was angry with him, and he was scared. He did not answer God when God introduced himself.

But God compelled the dying man’s heart to answer anyway.

I’m sorry, so so sorry, he said. He tried to make himself cry, but it was no use. Too afraid to cry, he curled more tightly into himself and turned his face from God.

I’m going to take you now, God said. It will be your most horrifying moment and it will last as long as I last. I will hold you there until the final second before darkness.

Now the man cried out into the room. Why! Why why why!

And God said, Because it is you who is smaller than me.

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Sheldon Lee Compton is a novelist and short story writer from Kentucky. His work has been a finalist for Best Small Fictions 2015, Best Small Fictions 2016, and the Gertrude Stein Fiction Award, as well as nominated four times for the Pushcart Prize. His collection The Same Terrible Storm was nominated for the Chaffin Award in 2012.

Three Poems

Mark Young

A line from Auguste Rodin

I’m not a rash person, fearless-
ly accepting all exterior truth
even if some of the evidence is
displayed only on refrigerators;

but we pride ourselves on our
customer service, feature a full
hot breakfast or delicious pizza
with diecast aluminum housing,

to be enjoyed on a casual & cozy
outdoor patio that is far too
narrow for real growth. To me,
only a small difference exists

between a rental villa over-
looking the Indian Ocean & a
thin coat of stucco applied
over Marxist economic theory.

 

justifiable taco

Rewriting the blueprint doesn’t
always work. Big Data can be
a little messy but a cocktail will
balance out the calories. There’s
just no reason for a grown ass man
to use the acronym LMBO unless
he’s attracted by the arguments
of outsider, populist, politicians.

 

A cry; an appeal; a call.

Yclept is one
of a number

of words that
frustrate me in

that I never get
an opportunity

to use them.
Take this poem

then as an
act of onanism.

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Mark Young’s most recent books are Bandicoot habitat & lithic typology, both from gradient books of Finland. An e-book, The Holy Sonnets unDonne has just come out from Red Ceilings Press, & another e-book, For the Witches of Romania, is due out from Beard of Bees.