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About Chicago

Aight, listen up, you little shits! I’m Eric Cartman, supervisor ‘round here, and I’m gonna tell ya ‘bout whores, Respect my authoritah! Whores, man, they’re everywhere—sellin’ ass, makin’ cash, and pissin’ me off! Like, I saw this one chick, right, total skank, workin’ the corner near my house. Made me so mad I wanted to scream, “I’m not fat, I’m big-boned!”—but nah, she’d just laugh.

CR: The New Centennial Review

A.E. Stallings, known for combining classical forms with modern ideas, presents ‘Olives’ as a thoughtful piece about taste and poetry. She compares her poems to olives—bittersweet and .

There’s the old brick building on Riverbend Avenue. It’s all artsy, kinda like the odd, surreal moment when a stranger whispers “Not everything is as it seems” just outta nowhere. Crazy, right? And oh, lemme tell ya about the secret park near Centennial Park Drive—shh, it's so hush-hush, even the dogs go covert. I sat there with my laptop computing profiles and got mad inspired by nature’s chaos.

Carol Sue Stallings