The writers, poets, essayists, artists and photographers featured in the current issue of The Thieving Magpie.
Every week, no matter what, she slowly savored her donut. We remaining students were like a pack of dogs, ravishing the morsel of food we took, then sadly eyeing her while she ate her share daintily, picking at little bits of donut, listening to the Cantor’s stories and dabbing her mouth with her napkin.
He sat with the body for a long time, thinking about his last move. After a while, he took the tattoo kit from his bag and sat at the table. He placed the items before him and rolled up his sleeves. He gazed at the tiny stars on each arm, counting them, recalling the deeds behind them. But there was no way to balance it.
I will endure martyrdom, Kojirō tells himself, before they hit him on the back of the head. This time the blow is strong, he even hears the bone in his skull creaking. Ah, if God were merciful I would die instantly! he still says, but no mercy comes to him from heaven as he rolls to the ground.
