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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

Stars, Michelle Reale

A bulge in a man’s throat is never good. The hair on your arm, as it rises.

When he roars fix your eyes on a star. Any star.

Dig your toes into cement as if that could possibly keep you rooted. Incline your head in his direction.

Remember that the light in the sky will eventually dim. Anyway it is no good to always look up. Learn something from nature. Even after the tough shells of certain insects are crushed, they still have the ability to sting.
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