HOOT Online, Issue 3, December 2011 – Flash Fiction, Poetry, Memoir

by Caroline Zarlengo Sposto
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A pair of hipster lovebirds pose in vintage clothes.
All of nineteen they know the scene
and dig the vibe that marks the tribe
who text and talk of indie rock,
ironic views and new tattoos.

He shared his bleak philosophy
while sipping tea.
She sighed and gazed,
moved and amazed
then sweetly kissed her nihilist.


by Nick Sanford

The man on the shoreline noticed a woman beneath an umbrella and thought he might like to
marry her someday. She had long black hair and feathery eyelashes. And dimples.

Would you like to take a swim with me? he asked, captivated by the smoothness of her skin, the
crookedness of her nose.

If I go in the water I will fall apart, she said, wondering if this man would be the one to bind her
finger with a band of gold. How big would the diamond be?

She asked: Would you like to take a walk with me in the pasture, instead? The daisies are

If my feet touch grass I will grow roots, the man said, and I’ll never be able to move again.

They both said: Very well then; it’s been a pleasure.

They bid each other farewell. And neither shed a tear.

A NEW POEM (for John Steen)
by Stephen Ross
You are right. What we
Call poetry is friendship’s
Way of securing the leash
So you don’t have to say
Walk me love me take
Me home, so you have
Something to put down.
Is that a shitsu?
I don’t know, man. I just walk it.
by Linda Simoni-Wastila
when the specialist arrived in his shiny white jacket the room stilled, a sterile still life colder than
the air used to keep the machinery blipping and bleating and cool from shorts that could gum
wires and tubes and send electric shocks down lifelines to the system — my system — and when
he shook his head, his mouth a hyphen, the air grew colder yet and heaved my heart into a
pulsing mass of valves and vessels, one last gasp before it puttered into a puddle of tissue
necrotic and grey like hope gone south with the geese

Caroline Zarlengo Sposto lives in Memphis, Tennessee. She is the poetry editor for Humor in Americahttp://humorinamerica.wordpress.com/

Nick Sanford is currently an undergraduate studying English/Creative Writing at Pacific Lutheran University in Tacoma, Washington. In an area of never-ending rain, he writes about the magical/surreal and despises purple Skittles.

Stephen Ross is a doctoral candidate at Oxford working on 20th-century American poetry. He is an editor and co-founder of the webjournal, Wave Composition.

Linda Simoni-Wastila crunches numbers by day, writes by night. You can find her stuff in The Sun, Camroc Press Review, Monkeybicycle, Connotation Press, Eclectic Flash, Tattoo Highway, and other cool places. She blogs here (http://linda-leftbrainwrite.blogspot.com).

5 Responses to “HOOT Online, Issue 3, December 2011 – Flash Fiction, Poetry, Memoir”
  1. INCOMPATIBILITY was a fantastic poem. I love the sweet short story and the driving ideas. It’s creative and unique. A refreshing love poem

  2. Heather Dent says:

    Awww! I love the coffee shop poem!

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