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Here you will find prose and poems (plus occasional announcements by staff) published in The Toucan literary magazine, a small but mighty zine-y lit mag from Chicago and two probably clinically insane Columbia College students. We publish well-written, sometimes serious, sometimes zany pieces that we, the editrices (yes, we are editrices, we like the sound of that) would want to read. No, seriously, we mean the last part. Emerging writers are more than welcome (we're still emerging ourselves), and so is Joyce Carol Oates. We only encourage you to submit something you enjoyed writing, that you think deserves to make friends with other fantastic word creations...and ask that you read at least part of our magazine before you submit.

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Liz and Laura, Toucan Editrices

Thursday, December 1, 2011

A Cure For The Blues, Maurice Oliver

And I knew the perfect remedies:

-Any ingredient found in the falsetto of Buddhism.

-Night air, in a doctor’s prescription for the tropics.

-Papery thin snores of a sleeping park bench.

-Red rash, vacationing in certain harsh detergents.

-All bits of Bach in the soup bowl of ear candy.

-Every skillet with drawers of smelling salt.

-Lemon or garlic wrapped in uncharted archipelagos.

-Footprints, when they can be peeled like a banana.

-Identical mannequins in the auction of spare parts.

-And purgatory, especially when wearing a paisley scarf.
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