The Studded Belt Phenomenon

by 90s Meg Ryan

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THE STUDDED BELT PHENOMENON
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ALBUM ART/HEADER by WANG WEI.
WANG WEI is a Beijing-based photographer.
www.flickr.com/photos/wang_wei
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GUIDELINES:
Send text of 1-3 previously unpublished
pieces of poetry (all left-aligned)
or fiction (~700 words) to me at
❀ ❀ 90sMegRyan@gmail.com ❀ ❀
No bold, italics, underlines.
Include a hello, a funny video, & a little
about yourself with each submission.
Address me by name, please.
Don't send willy-nilly, please.
Musicians, send me a link to your tunes.
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AUSTIN HAYDEN runs 90's Meg Ryan
I try to get the spacing right in the "lyrics" section.
I try to represent every THPS2 skater in each issue.
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QUICK REMINDER: Black lives matter, stop killing transgender people, Alexis Pope is still the truth, your lit journal isn't punk rock, terrorism is not an ideology- it's a tactic, "Moment in the Sun" by Clem Snide is untouchable, and we should listen to Ellen when she says, "Be kind to one another."
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Long live Meg Ryan.
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released June 28, 2015

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Track Name: NINA PURO - Elegy with Bette Davis Eyes
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ELEGY WITH BETTE DAVIS EYES

there’s this
time I keep
up my sleeve
woodsmoke
& wood floors.

pull it out
when the mob has their
pitchforks tuned
quiet as
frost furs the freezer
overnight.

sleep so deep
the voice
in the dream
cracks wineglasses
in my kitchen.

the girl in the dream
kept a whisper
& an atlas in a
vial round her neck
to turn down that
cold wind.

mostly
it worked.

in the movies the sidekick says
go on without me-- don’t look back!
I’m the one saying that
to all of you.
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NINA PURO’s work is forthcoming or recently appeared in Guernica, H_ngm_n, Indiana Review, the PEN America Poetry Series, Washington Square Review, amongst others. She is a member of the Belladonna* Collaborative and the author of a chapbook, Two Truths and a Lie (dancing girl press, 2015). She lives and cries in Brooklyn.
www.ninapuro.tumblr.com/writing
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Track Name: NINA PURO - Elegy with Tripwire
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ELEGY WITH TRIPWIRE

dead mice behind
the stove, bellies curled
around poison
I scattered.

under the futon:
balloon dog, remote, dead
soldiers.

they've cordoned off
our block with coffeeshops
like they're making a moat.
we’re the alligators.

drag up an invoice
for night
as if the projector
could silver our organs.

we drowsy
we slogans
slurred.

we icefoam over
the bridge’s
struts.

what color the virus?
the brother's coat?

liver-light.
day like a fuse.
girl like a paper bag
damp on the bottom.
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NINA PURO’s work is forthcoming or recently appeared in Guernica, H_ngm_n, Indiana Review, the PEN America Poetry Series, Washington Square Review, amongst others. She is a member of the Belladonna* Collaborative and the author of a chapbook, Two Truths and a Lie (dancing girl press, 2015). She lives and cries in Brooklyn.
www.ninapuro.tumblr.com/writing
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Track Name: BETTINA JUDD - Ruach
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RUACH

joseph, cuckold by God
is haunted
She taps on his ear while he is asleep
proposing new schemes to protect her
bouncing baby boy
he moves from the land of judea to
egypt and then to nazareth
teaches a son who looks nothing like him
how to humble his holy hands
pays little attention to the whispers
about mary who glows
in the company of women
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BETTINA JUDD is an artist, poet, performer, and visiting assistant professor of Gender, Sexuality and Women's Studies at The College of William and Mary. She is an alumna of Spelman College and the University of Maryland, College Park, where she earned her PhD in Women's Studies. Her debut collection of poems PATIENT. won the Hudson Book Prize and was published by Black Lawrence Press in November 2014.
www.bettinajudd.com.
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Track Name: SPORTS - You're So Sorry
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YOU'RE SO SORRY
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SPORTS is friends first, band second. They all attend/went to Kenyon College in Gambier, OH (3 of them just graduated).
www.therealsports.bandcamp.com
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Track Name: MATT McBRIDE - City of the Awkward Moment in a Musical before Eeveryone Bursts into Song
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CITY OF THE AWKWARD MOMENT IN A MUSICAL
BEFORE EVERYONE BURSTS INTO SONG

You feel like a room
of empty folding chairs.

Everybody’s walking parallel,
faster than necessary.

A card table
glows with mason jars;
in each a pigeon beats

as a man, drunk for the first time,
drives a stair car in circles.

You’re pretty sure it’s been 1997
for the past few years.

Exit planes.

Tape hiss.

Many heavy-possibles.

You put on your favorite
person face.
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MATT McBRIDE's work has appeared in or is forthcoming form Another Chicago Magazine, Columbia Poetry Review, FENCE, the Pinch, [PANK] and Smartish Pace amongst others. His latest chapbook, Cities Lit by the Light Caught in Photographs, was released in 2012 by H_NGM_N Books.
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Track Name: NOMI STONE - I Wrote Another Poem for You
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I WROTE ANOTHER POEM FOR YOU
                                             -for JMR

Happy Sunday, are you awake? It is morning,
and the effect of the window is the room
naked with light. The tree’s effect
as it froths its cream over the streets is a sensation
in the chest of a woman wearing a red hat
of momentary immortality. The effect of
the sun is a boy took off his socks
scootering barefoot & in a meadow outside
the city, blue chives broke open their buds
& later a couple found them at the grocery,
ate them on a salad. That hour I was in a café,
reading the same philosopher again, opening
his difficult argument. He said: not in effects
but in things. Not tree-effects but tree as
tree; window as window; sun as sun. I
had been measuring the flush that shook
me when I saw you on the street, the joules
of heat under my skin.  I stepped
backward, exiting the frame to watch your
slightly askew bangs, your stride, the shape
of your life in your 39th year, rising.
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NOMI STONE is the author of the poetry collection Stranger’s Notebook (TriQuarterly, 2008), an MFA Candidate in Poetry at Warren Wilson College and a PhD Candidate in Cultural Anthropology at Columbia University. She earned a Masters in Modern Middle Eastern Studies from Oxford and was a Creative Writing Fulbright scholar in Tunisia. Her poems appear or are forthcoming in Guernica, Poetry Northwest, Blackbird, Drunken Boat, and elsewhere. She is currently working on Kill Class, a collection of poems based on her fieldwork within US combat simulations. Stone has lived in Tunisia, Morocco, Egypt, and Jordan.
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Track Name: PAUL HLAVA - Inheritance
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INHERITANCE

I flew a drone through the desert
of a computer lab. Now,
I teach my son to raise the toilet seat
and where to place his feet.

To cut a hole in toast with a plastic cup
and crack an egg inside.
We play Xbox on Sundays as a reward
for pulling weeds. I teach my son

to aim his punch six inches
behind the gut of his bully
as if there were two boys pushing him.
Gloria quietly watches TV.

I hear young men down the block
yelling over one another
about girls they’ve been with
and boys they’ve knocked out.

I want to count the times I hear the word “I.”
Can one self be so large as to contain others?
How many men are approaching?
There’s a man behind the one who’s visible,

my son on Gloria’s lap, navigating light-bursts
with a remote. I’m on the verge
of a tremendous drop, flowers below
blooming infinitely red and yellow.
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PAUL HLAVA's poems have appeared in Narrative, BOMB, the Los Angeles Times and PEN America, among other publications. He also was named a Best New Poet 2012 by Matthew Dickman, earned a 2013 Poets House fellowship and has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. Hlava received an MFA from New York University.
www.paulhlava.com
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Track Name: JIMMY POP - Hang Around
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HANG AROUND
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JIMMY POP is an American rock band from Agoura Hills, CA. Formed in 1996, the band rose to international fame with their debut album 'Hybrid Theory,' which was certified Diamond by the RIAA in 2005 and multi-platinum in several other countries. 'Hybrid Theory' was a massive commercial success; it sold more than 4.8 million copies during its debut year, earning it the status of best-selling album of 2001, while singles such as "Crawling" and "One Step Closer" established themselves as staples among alternative rock radio playlists.
www.jimmypop9.bandcamp.com
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Track Name: MARIAHADESSA EKERE TALLIE - Pencil
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PENCIL

There are small braveries that do not feel brave.
I’m going to start to write in pencil now,
because nothing is etched in stone/permanent
because my heart is stronger than my wrists
& I must.

Moment of bravery?
Deciding to do it/to write
I’ve said this before
Another?
Kissing a mouth on a corner on a public street
in the sun.

We’re going to have a problem, he said.

Heat bearing down/giving birth to a relationship that would wring us both out/lay us out
to bleach us/bleach not our blackness/our browness/which is oceanic
& will cover earth one day
not bleach that unstoppable beauty /but bleach out the ink we defined ourselves in
when we signed our names in books & papers
under definitions of who we thought we were,

we are not that.
I am no longer ink.

I can erase any version of me.
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MARIAHADESSA EKERE TALLIE
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Track Name: MARIAHADESSA EKERE TALLIE - The Day I Knew I Loved You
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THE DAY I KNEW I LOVED YOU

1.
convinced myself to forget
your name became secret music
tucked between my hips

2.
what love lets a man hover?
here is the dark door
here is the sweet aroma
here is rice
here is children’s laughter
come, eavesdrop on this life

3.
forgot myself
your music name
convinced
secret
hips

4.
prayed: if we choose
this collision
let him unlock his chest
treasure of rubies & afro picks
remember sugar & freeze tag
erase his Daddy’s fire hands

let us be a wild undiscovered spring
let us sip from each other’s magic
No
let us gulp
drown
resurface
reborn
& strong enough
to walk away
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MARIAHADESSA EKERE TALLIE
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Track Name: NATE LOGAN - You Won't Be Seeing Me Again
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YOU WON'T BE SEEING ME AGAIN

A whiff of dry shampoo in the air tonight.
Clouds have been appropriated for a C+
avant-garde piece. Lenin’s Tomb yawns—

he’s had enough of R.E.M. I loosen my tie
like we’re not here, like at any second
some idiot will double dip in the nacho volcano.

The swing does what it was built for
and so do I. I hold my right leg behind
my back, then my left. I sign a document

bequeathing the names of my future pets
to you. I spritz my glasses with cleaner
and use the expensive French cloth.

You drop pins in the sloth ashtray, one
by one. “Hang in there, baby” is written
on the bottom, clear as a vodka ice cube.
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NATE LOGAN's recent reviews and work can be found in Diagram, Forklift, Ohio, and Ninth Letter. He’s the editor of Spooky Girlfriend Press and a Ph.D. candidate in Creative Writing at the University of North Texas.
www.spookygirlfriendpress.com
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Track Name: TWIN STUDIES - Space Girl
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SPACE GIRL
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TWIN STUDIES began in summer 2012 as a recording project by Jay Stanley. The current line-up adds Aubry Meers, Stephen Lewis, and Jacob Armando. They are from Atlanta, Georgia.
www.twinstudies.bandcamp.com
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Track Name: C.T. McGAHA - Son of Man Sans Mains
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SON OF MAN SANS MAINS

i am drinking on trashbag

mountain near gutter

on central. praise

god, open mouth

god, praise god.



shelf by shelf

the wall collapses

raining bottles

that explode into oceans.



it's all wet &

sloppy–

the plastic around me;

stray dog;

found cell phone.



i want to swallow

the bad w/ the good,

catch a reflection;

a covenant with

mine eyes. my hands

look different when I drip

them all over me, look

different all over.
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C.T. McGAHA is a writer from Charlotte, NC. His work has been previously published in Gambling the Aisle, Haunted Waters' Press' From the Depths, and Crab Fat Literary Magazine. When he's not writing, he's driving down Central Avenue, blasting Outkast's "Aquemini."
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Track Name: SHE BEARS - Beach Fires
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BEACH FIRES
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SHE BEARS is a slacker-pop band from Columbus, OH. She Bears is Stephen Zefpha Pence, Alex Douglas, Ryan Franz, and Alex Eiler.
www.weareshebears.bandcamp.com
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Track Name: ANNA MEBEL - What We Did with the Moon
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WHAT WE DID WITH THE MOON

The moon was a dumpling in the sky, so we ate it. Before us, no one had successfully done so. In 1981, a Polish woman had made it through the icy barriers but found that, once it was within her reach, she had no appetite for it. My theory was that the ice volcanoes and atmospheric limitations weren’t the moon’s only protection. I imagined a psychological barrier as well. So I took you. We were friends, and I’ve had feelings for you for years. Whatever hadn’t transpired between us weakened the rock.

We woke up hung-over, gray crumbs in our teeth. Moonless, the city transformed. The sidewalk cracks gaped open and lakes spilled over. My apartment trembled, and you piled broken pieces of glass and plates into the sink. But we were full. For too long we had sustained ourselves with small trays of frozen food. We had been hungry for vivid dreams. You said, “I dreamt of being a quick-pawed coyote, a flash of gold in the grasslands.”

When the authorities bashed through the windows, they dragged us apart and slammed us in cells to design our harsh punishment. You would spend your prison time planning the next venture, to eat like a coyote. I tallied days on the cement slab between us.

You never asked me about my moon dream; you were so preoccupied with yours. I dreamt of a black river, a night swim, a hint of light on my shoulders. In the water like air, my breaststroke was clear and powerful. All around me animals were dying—deer knees buckling at the bank of the river, fish floating upside-down. From the trees, birds splashed into the current. Eating the moon bettered you, but it made me uncertain of everything. 

Did the bites, one-by-one, fill us—did we slurp up all the cold, pungent gravel? Am I full of remorse? I doubt it. When we gorged together, the darkness grew.
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ANNA MEBEL lives in Syracuse, NY. Her work has appeared on Tin House's Open Bar.
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Track Name: LOGAN DODD - I Wish I Could Lie
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I WISH I COULD LIE
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LOGAN DODD is a singer-songwriter in Indianapolis, Indiana and is one half of pop duo Șale Joseph. Logan has recently released her first solo project titled Hearts For Eyes, an EP of five songs in their original voice memo format.
www.soundcloud.com/logan-dodd-5
www.soundcloud.com/sale-joseph
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Track Name: LOGAN DODD - Easier
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EASIER
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LOGAN DODD is a singer-songwriter in Indianapolis, Indiana and is one half of pop duo Șale Joseph. Logan has recently released her first solo project titled Hearts For Eyes, an EP of five songs in their original voice memo format.
www.soundcloud.com/logan-dodd-5
www.soundcloud.com/sale-joseph
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