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The Best of AntiMuse 2006

It's that time of year when we announce the editors' favorite picks for fiction and poetry. It's difficult to choose, and I'd like to choose all of our contributors, but then you'd might as well just read the archives, right?

Thanks to all of our contributors for helping us grow in 2006, and thanks to the readers for reading. Also, I'd like to thank that one guy that keeps Googling "moustache ballerina hardcore." Your random search queries never cease to enliven our server logs.

Please note: if your work appears in this list, you have won a 10-percent discount coupon for Sizzler steakhouse. It expired in 1984. Please e-mail me to claim it.

Best of Show -- Fiction

  • King Cotton by Mark Herder
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    "While retrieving the package in his brother’s garage, Tom Doughtery came across a calendar from 1992 – “Freebirds” – and gazed upon Cheri, who would have been eighteen at the time, topless, straddling a 1935 Indian Chief motorcycle, and was struck with the full frontal glory of her breasts, her truly righteous melons, and that is where it started. Perhaps."
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  • The Good Times by Bill Carrigan
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    "He would stagger out to the clatter of drums, cowbells, cymbals, and gong. They loved his drunk act, ate it up. Drunks were funny in those days. Wearing a battered hat, brim pulled down all around, thumbs hooked in his loose suspenders, he would rock a little on his heels and point to someone in the front row. “I know you. I know all three of you.” And leaning forward, he would wag his finger and confide, “But I won’t tell anybody.” Another flurry of fanfare . . ."
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  • Depth Charge by Devan Sagliani
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    "I’ll be on house patrols with Frank, looking for meds, and we’ll walk in and find a whole goddamn family dead in the living room, gathered around a blister pack of military issued cyanide capsules all empty and ingested. Somehow we’d overlooked them. Their eyes will be open and swollen. Their bodies will be bloated and disfigured. Their tongues will be sticking out black as tarpaper. The television will be blaring, pure white noise, since there is only static on these days. Then all of a sudden I’ll vividly remember some line from T.S. Elliot or fucking Flannery O'Connor or that pervert, Vladimir Nabokov."
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  • Dinh Van by William Locke Hauser
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    “You don’t care about the war’s rightness?”

    “Well I guess I do!” Taking an envelope from his briefcase, Cracker shoved a photo under Gunny’s nose. A crowd of peasant women and children were lined up on a country road.

    “Now this one.” The same people lay in pools of blood.

    “Where’d you get these pictures?”

    “Friend of mine in the northern sector, some little village called My Lai. That’s a real terrorist atrocity, what we’re fighting all over the world.”
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  • California, 1980 by Clay Waters
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    "Everyone said she looked peaceful. Even I did, though I didn't think it. I thought she looked quizzical in her coffin, skin suspiciously puffed and unlined, as if she'd been inflated slightly and squeezed back into her trusty black coat, which was still swathed in Bad Brains and Clash buttons."

Best of Show, Poetry

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