Cait Reynolds — Churn and Burn

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Churn and Burn by Cait Reynolds I work in the service industry. I write romance and erotica novels. It’s a nitty-gritty, churn-and-burn, volume-based business. It’s full of distribution schedules, box sets, compilations, planning… Continue reading

Wayne F. Burke — 2 Poems

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A Man’s Work by Wayne F. Burke The clerk at the store said “pickin’ oranges be a man’s work.” Had to rip the little buggers from the tree—like the State taking kids out… Continue reading

Bizzy Coy — Clockwork

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Clockwork by Bizzy Coy These are the kinds of things that keep Miranda up at night, these thoughts of getting older and having nothing to show for it, seven dollars in her wallet,… Continue reading

on revision

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After having spent the last year thoroughly, and rather intensely, revising my MFA thesis manuscript, i feel like i can speak on the subject of revision with some level of insight or, at… Continue reading

Steven Lindbergh — Some, Just a Little

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Some, Just a Little By Steven Lindbergh Remember Burt? He lived over on Prospect Street. Burt Porter, the guy that was always getting kicked off the bus for bullying people out of their… Continue reading

Dylan Kinnett — Housekeeping!

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HOUSEKEEPING! Dylan Kinnett A syringe in room 212 is lodged deep underneath the cracked plastic vent of the radiator, beneath the window. Don’t touch a syringe: company policy. So, visit housekeeping closet in… Continue reading

Tim Paggi — 2 Poems

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As we stated Monday, The release event for Tim’s new chapbook is tomorrow, 30 January, 2014, at The Crown in Baltimore, Maryland. For more details, visit the the Facebook event page. Don’t miss it!… Continue reading

New Year. New Work.

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After a long winter break riddled with polar vortices, Industry Night is back and ready for another year of literary work. Most of us spent the last few months huddled inside our homes… Continue reading

Settling in for the Long Winter

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Like you all, our team here at Industry Night is scattered to the four winds during the month of December: sometimes for work, sometimes for family, sometimes beneath a massif of snow. Because… Continue reading

Serkan Engin — Broken Apprentice

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Broken Apprentice Serkan Engin I have made my heart a hammer but could not repair the structure of my being. My master spews forth his feelings lowly to me, he expends my youth… Continue reading