The Argyle Literary Magazine
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The Argyle is BACK with our 9th & final issue on 9/25!!! NEW POETRY, FICTION, CNF, and DIGITAL ART!!! CLOSING on 12/15/26! EIC: @davidestringel.bsky.social www.theargylelitmag.com
UPDATE: The Argyle's 9th and FINAL issue will drop on 9/25 (instead of 9/15) @ 6 PM CST. Due to life, The Argyle will close its virtual doors on 12/15/26. Many thanks to our editors, contributors, and readers for their ongoing support. The Argyle wouldn't be the same without them.
CNF "There's Nothing We Can Do" by Christopher Russell “I remembered her words from months ago. The same words every other doctor said. “There’s nothing we can do.” www.theargylelitmag.com/nonfiction-4...
There’s Nothing We Can Do — The Argyle Literary Magazine
by Christopher Russell “I remembered her words from months ago. The same words every other doctor said. “There’s nothing we can do.”
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Fiction "Louisiana Street" by Stephen Dean Ingram “…he shudders again, but this time not from the air conditioning. Something wells up inside of him and he chokes it back, gulping, and hugs himself. He looks up to see if anyone sees him.” www.theargylelitmag.com/fiction-7/lo...
Louisiana Street — The Argyle Literary Magazine
by Stephen Dean Ingram “…he shudders again, but this time not from the air conditioning. Something wells up inside of him and he chokes it back, gulping, and hugs himself. He looks up to see if anyo...
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Poem "I spun" by Craig Cotter “[I spun] vinyl 45s, / blue / plastic / Sears stereo…” www.theargylelitmag.com/poetry-7/cot...
Five Poems — The Argyle Literary Magazine
by Craig Cotter “[I spun] vinyl 45s, / blue / plastic / Sears stereo…”
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"Three Poems" by Justin Karcher (from Theme 06: "Bucolia") “So I sing of her the way / any Rust Belt boy should: full of regret / and sweating through another century.” www.theargylelitmag.com/theme-06-buc...
Three Poems — The Argyle Literary Magazine
Poetry by Justin Karcher “So I sing of her the way / any Rust Belt boy should: full of regret / and sweating through another century.”
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Fiction "Hey, That's No Way to Say Goodbye" by Madeleine Foster “I’ll miss you, she scribbled, glancing at his broad, angular frame, the way his legs rested beneath the table, inches from hers. Miss your voice, miss your laughter.” www.theargylelitmag.com/fiction-7/he...
Hey, That’s No Way to Say Goodbye — The Argyle Literary Magazine
by Madeleine Foster “ I’ll miss you, she scribbled, glancing at his broad, angular frame, the way his legs rested beneath the table, inches from hers. Miss your voice, miss your laughter.”
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Poem "Friends with Benefits" by Britni Newton “What is desire? A wine bottle without a migraine. / What is desire? A warm meal cooked together. / What is desire? The complete stranger who stays.” www.theargylelitmag.com/poetry-7/new...
Three Poems — The Argyle Literary Magazine
by Britni Newton “What is desire? A wine bottle without a migraine. / What is desire? A warm meal cooked together. / What is desire? The complete stranger who stays.”
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CNF "Hayfields" by Tom Wade (from Theme 06: "Bucolia") “As we drove into a hayfield, I surrendered to the imminent undertaking. I climbed onto the truck bed, aware that the dirt and heat would soon enshroud me.” www.theargylelitmag.com/theme-06-buc...
Hayfields — The Argyle Literary Magazine
Creative Nonfiction by Tom Wade “As we drove into a hayfield, I surrendered to the imminent undertaking. I climbed onto the truck bed, aware that the dirt and heat would soon enshroud me.”
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Poem "She-Pirate in the Tavern II" by Pawel Markiewicz “The spiderweb adorned dainty tavern. / The spider slept immensely, such eagle owl. / The parrot longed for a native distance. / In its eyes a dreamery of moon and cage.” www.bloodhoneylit.com/poetry/she-p...
she-pirate in the tavern II — Blood+Honey
by Pawel Markiewicz “The spiderweb adorned dainty tavern. / The spider slept immensely, such eagle owl. / The parrot longed for a native distance. / In its eyes a dreamery of moon and cage.”
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CNF "This Pilgrim's Progress" by John RC Potter “Since I was a young adult, I have travelled whenever possible...travelling to a country as a tourist is far removed from what it is like to live there.” www.theargylelitmag.com/nonfiction-4...
This Pilgrim’s Progress — The Argyle Literary Magazine
by John RC Potter “Since I was a young adult, I have travelled whenever possible. However, what became abundantly clear to me after I moved overseas is that travelling to a country as a tourist is f...
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Fiction "Your Pathways" by Renee LoBue “Inside, she saw a tangle of lines — ropy, cable-like bundled cords of some unseen engine, dense and coiled, alive with potential.” www.theargylelitmag.com/fiction-7/yo...
Your Pathways — The Argyle Literary Magazine
by Renee LoBue “Inside, she saw a tangle of lines — ropy, cable-like bundled cords of some unseen engine, dense and coiled, alive with potential. For an instant, their mind looked like an archive fl...
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Poem "SHIVA: THE WILD DANCE IN THE CRUEL WINTER" by Yucheng Tao “In this cruel winter, / only Shiva — the puppeteer of death / remains expressionless.” www.theargylelitmag.com/poetry-7/tao...
Five Poems — The Argyle Literary Magazine
by Yucheng Tao “In this cruel winter, / only Shiva — the puppeteer of death / remains expressionless.”
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Poem "Eden in the Ozarks" by Andrew Careaga (from Theme 06: "Bucolia") “If God had put the Garden of Eden / in the Missouri Ozarks, would the serpent / have been a copperhead? A water moccasin? / Would a pawpaw have been the forbidden fruit?” www.theargylelitmag.com/theme-06-buc...
Eden in the Ozarks — The Argyle Literary Magazine
Poetry by Andrew Careaga “If God had put the Garden of Eden / in the Missouri Ozarks, would the serpent / have been a copperhead? A water moccasin? / Would a pawpaw have been the forbidden fruit?”
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CNF "What Kind of Love Do Disabled Girls Deserve?" by Molly Higgins ‘…With your small, gnarled hand and stumped arm, you wonder if you’ll ever slow dance in a partner’s embrace. www.theargylelitmag.com/nonfiction-4...
What Kind of Love Do Disabled Girls Deserve? — The Argyle Literary Magazine
by Molly Higgins ‘When you are young, you see women, beautiful women, all over the pages of magazines, on the television, illustrated in your favorite cartoons…With your small, gnarled hand and stum...
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Flash Fiction "The Milk Man" by Scott Larimore “My family and I were debating what my dad would do for his mid-life crisis. It had been coming on for a while now.” www.theargylelitmag.com/fiction-7/th...
The Milk Man — The Argyle Literary Magazine
by Scott Larimore “My family and I were debating what my dad would do for his mid-life crisis. It had been coming on for a while now.”
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Poem "Rain Dance" by Patrick Trombly “When the rain comes, / they stay perched / and wait out the tempest.” www.theargylelitmag.com/poetry-7/rai...
Rain Dance — The Argyle Literary Magazine
by Patrick Trombly “When the rain comes, / they stay perched / and wait out the tempest.”
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CNF "The Fern that Fell" by John RC Potter “Grandma had a green thumb and lovingly tended to her plants and flowers in the house…Grandma no doubt gave the same kind of devoted attention to all her greenery (both in the house and in her garden)...” www.theargylelitmag.com/theme-06-buc...
The Fern that Fell — The Argyle Literary Magazine
by John RC Potter “Grandma had a green thumb and lovingly tended to her plants and flowers in the house…Grandma no doubt gave the same kind of devoted attention to all her greenery (both in the hous...
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CNF "Amoral Inventory" by Shannon McNicholas “…after spending summer in the Sierra Nevadas as a camp counselor, I had been experiencing recurring dreams of blood dripping down my wrists and my body slowly becoming light, as if I were floating off to heaven.” www.theargylelitmag.com/nonfiction-4...
Amoral Inventory — The Argyle Literary Magazine
by Shannon McNicholas “…after spending summer in the Sierra Nevadas as a camp counselor, I had been experiencing recurring dreams of blood dripping down my wrists and my body slowly becoming light, ...
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Fiction "RELEASE" by Nanami Fetter “The reason I’m alive is because of release dates. Album release dates, book release dates, and movie release dates. There are so many good pieces of art to look forward to, and so that’s why I’m able to live another day.” www.theargylelitmag.com/fiction-7/re...
RELEASE — The Argyle Literary Magazine
by Nanami Fetter “The reason I’m alive is because of release dates. Album release dates, book release dates, and movie release dates. There are so many good pieces of art to look forward to, and so ...
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Poem "Canto 33, Inferno" by Susan Demarest “Then Ugolino, who was gnawing the back / of the Archbishop’s head, confessed he’d eaten / his children after the Archbishop had starved them to death, / and I thought God, it doesn’t get much worse than that…” www.theargylelitmag.com/poetry-7/dem...
Two Poems — The Argyle Literary Magazine
by Susan Demarest “ T hen Ugolino, who was gnawing the back / of the Archbishop’s head, confessed he’d eaten / his children after the Archbishop had starved them to death, / and I thought God, it...
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Digital Art by Terry Brinkman (from Theme 06: "Bucolia") www.theargylelitmag.com/theme-06-buc...
Digital Art by Terry Brinkman — The Argyle Literary Magazine
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CNF "Black-Caps" by Seth Frame “Along the fence were rows of wild black-caps, their fruits falling away at a touch. They are tart and their seeds crunch between my teeth.” www.theargylelitmag.com/nonfiction-4...
Black-Caps — The Argyle Literary Magazine
by Seth Frame “Along the fence were rows of wild black-caps, their fruits falling away at a touch. They are tart and their seeds crunch between my teeth.”
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Fiction "Party in Tiltsville, Florida" by Jacek Blaszkiewicz “The palm trees flash red and blue. Like the intoxicated driver negotiating with the police, they sway, feigning stability against the night breeze.” www.theargylelitmag.com/fiction-7/pa...
Party in Tiltsville, Florida — The Argyle Literary Magazine
by Jacek Blaszkiewicz “The palm trees flash red and blue. Like the intoxicated driver negotiating with the police, they sway, feigning stability against the night breeze.”
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Poem "Dream Cat" by Jim Murdoch “I really don’t think / cats know / how dreams / are supposed to work / but more fool dream me / for expecting more.” www.theargylelitmag.com/poetry-7/dre...
Dream Cat — The Argyle Literary Magazine
by Jim Murdoch “I really don’t think / cats know / how dreams / are supposed to work / but more fool dream me / for expecting more.”
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CNF "The Woods" by Hazel McCorriston (from Theme 06: "Bucolia") “My little dog zig zags beneath the trees...Richer, more at peace, something he walks within rather than past." www.theargylelitmag.com/theme-06-buc...
The Woods — The Argyle Literary Magazine
Creative Nonfiction by Hazel McCorriston “The air is crisp wet on my hair. My little dog zig zags beneath the trees, and I like to think he leaves a trail behind him as he forages across the world s...
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CNF "Stick and Tissue" by G.L. Bacchetta “Miniature skeletons sprawl across our kitchen table: an Italian Caproni, a Flying Tiger, a Wright Flyer, a Short Sunderland. Sinewy, steely little planes, they take surgical fingers and caring hands to come to life.” www.theargylelitmag.com/nonfiction-4...
Stick and Tissue — The Argyle Literary Magazine
by G.L. Bacchetta “Miniature skeletons sprawl across our kitchen table: an Italian Caproni, a Flying Tiger, a Wright Flyer, a Short Sunderland. Sinewy, steely little planes, they take surgical finge...
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