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...Liz Marlow Copyright © 2020 Liz Marlow 2020 Liz Marlow The Halloween Spider for Clara While we paste pompoms onto construction paper with googly eyes swirling at a glittery green, gold, and blue web, I am reminded of our fragility: how many times have I felt the crunch of brown or black...

.... J. R. shot himself because sumbitch was that rich. A synapse in the brain of a hobo spider shot J. R. because that’s what synapses in the brains of hobo spiders do. Jodie Foster shot J. R. because she wanted to impress Jodie Foster. Aaron Burr shot J. R. & he shot Alexander Hamilton...

... with her cat Goose. Melissa McEver Huckabay has writing in SWWIM , Poetry South , Thimble , Defunkt , and elsewhere, and her short fiction has won the Spider's Web Flash Fiction Prize from Spider Road Press. She has an MFA in poetry from Texas State University, and lives in Houston, Texas...

...— Nothing personal. I work the spider’s lair, the black seam, finger bone china and soiled sheets. I know what’s hidden in the cleft of cushions— the torn camisole, the crumbs of love. Last weekend you read Chekhov and Vanity Fair...

.... Wine cork imprinted with a counterfeit coat of arms, or tarantula, albeit speck spider sized, but a tarantula all the same. Ha! The same damnations that fueled Little Boy fuel you & me this very moment. The same, pure O2 molecules that buried Plato...

... stool eating delivery pizza, the cheese still hot enough that it scalds the roof of my mouth. I listen to my mother argue with who- ever is on the other end of the line, telling them that whatever it is, it s not a rash, not a wart. I know what a spider bite looks like, she says. This is not a spider...

... fucking, they slept for weeks at a time, until their muscles atrophied, and tiny spiders spun webs between their arms and legs. Ants came to live in the hollows of their bodies. Their breathing grew faint and delicate, and everything about them was still. They did not think of the world...

... insects or a spider can refrain from spinning webs.  We conceptualize; we anthropomorphize. But creatures slough off our concepts, as surely as a snake casts off its old skin. Animals return us to a primordial time before we had encompassed the world in names, categories...

... don t think it s such a big deal. The next morning, little green pinpricks were marching up the trunk. The bugs go marching one by one. You know the song. I ve always hated bugs. I read once that spiders build nests in your car, weave webs in your air vents. I didn t drive for a month. I don t like...

... they can do. Check out those whorled chambers. Do you appreciate the difficulty of radial symmetry? * Owing to flexible hip joints, a marsh wren can straddle from branch to branch, cattail to cattail. He grasps a dried-out reed in each claw and, using them as chopsticks, feeds spiders into his...

... difficult to parse and the second of which verges on being unintelligible: ? The woman whom the spider whose web broke startled her screamed. * I’ll introduce the woman who when the spider whose web broke startled her screamed to my aunt tomorrow. Unlike the previous...

.... The girl likes to open the family albums and look at pictures of herself as a baby. She thinks it s funny that she was ever so small, so chubby, 52 the minnesota review because she is now mostly elbows and knees and she thinks her knuckles are too big for her spider hands. There is one photo where the girl...

... half-eaten on the dirt of a vulture’s flight pen. But does that contradict Abbey’s point? He continues, “I want to be able to look at and into a juniper tree, a piece of quartz, a vulture, a spider, and see it as it is in itself, devoid of all humanly ascribed quali- ties, anti-Kantian, even...

... of beautiful things to eat: honeycomb, garlic scape, blood orange, fiddlehead. I laid my hand around my glass of water, where the bee had landed without my noticing. The sharp pain was something I hadn t felt since I was a kid playing on fallen logs. Overturning rocks, poking around for spiders and newts...

... playing in the sand. Who is she? Just a screen door. Spinning and spinning, looking for the red and blue spider. Why does the house hide him? The rooms change on their own, when the bombs hit. 71857463899382658473. And so the two notebooks went, with passages numbered and paired...

... with the fly; “the fly- likeness of the spider means that it has taken up certain motifs of the fly melody in its bodily composition” (191). These are alliances around which the world transforms itself. Human body, environment, organic and inorganic factors, bodies, and systems also form configurations...

... in increasing disappointment as the honeysuckle bush shriveled like a roasted spider. No surprise then that Poe gauged the current situation (the fact that everyone on the globe had become totally monotone and oblivious except fifty-three befuddled tenth graders in the quaint, bougie city of Williamsburg...

... of “scale variance” —​that is, the notion that changes in scale introduce qualitative rather than merely quanti- tative transformations (which is why spiders can walk on walls, for instance, while humans cannot). Scale variance provides us with one more example of why any project to write...

... the night we drove over to Hunting Island, six years ago, back in South Carolina. I had been content sitting in the screened-in back porch, drinking and listening to locusts’ translation of summer, watching the spiders in their webs. But with an hour and a half of daylight left, something moved...

... in the novel. It defines Fly in his style of work: he distinguishes between the spiders who lie in wait for passengers and those such as he who move around the city in their cabs in search of fares. He explains, Flies are wanderers, operators who drive alone and around to pick up the wavers and the whistlers...