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..:: CONTENTS ::..
   Volume VI, Issue II

..:: POETRY ::..


..:: PROSE ::..

..:: ETC ::..
   Contributor's Notes

..:: ARCHIVES ::..
   Volume I, Issue I
   Volume I, Issue II
   Volume II, Issue I
   Volume II, Issue II
   Volume III, Issue I
   Volume III, Issue II
   Volume IV, Issue I
   Volume IV, Issue II
   Volume V, Issue I
   Volume V, Issue II
   Volume VI, Issue I

 
Poetry


Excerpts from Antediluvian Birdsong, After the Stormy Dark
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé

     

They doused the salted field with iodine and dreams.
"Except for the barley, let those keep their gold and morning."
Logos, but for letters.

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There will be snow and rain, same day of fine things.
Mixed up. Mixed, enamel in champlevé
damascening like a dance, the curling, whey hope.

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Not theory today, please.
Maybe that movie about Merritt typewriters feeling obsolete.
I'll walk myself out, batch of bread and milk bagged.

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"This is piction is eo ipso is an illustrated text."
Why not more bay stories or rare ones at the lounge?
Because this is foreign, dialogue.

 

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