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Michael Smith is 44 and doesn't belong smack dab on the buckle of the Bible Belt. He and wife are desperately trying to beam themselves to the tropics (preferably the Big Island in Hawaii, and preferably forever). Publishing credits? His ancestors scratched crude communication on cave walls with sharpened sticks. Short stories published or alleged to-soon-be-published in: The Paradoxist Literary Movement, Zip Zap, and The Blue Moon Review. Smith is winner of the 1994 Tulsa Library Short Fiction Award.

Essay

My Testicles Are De Happy Color Of De Cocoa Bean

Issue No. 9 ~ October, 1997

There is nothing strange about fear: no matter in what guise it presents itself it is something with which we are all so familiar that when a man appears who is without it we are at once enslaved by him. —Henry Miller It’s amazing what …