..:: CONTENTS ::.. Volume VII, Issue II ..:: POETRY ::.. Jane Joritz-Nakagawa from Blank City Mark Young A line from Niccolo Machiavelli A line from Kurt Gödel A line from Salvador Allende A line from Yukio Mishima Martha Clarkson Cancellation My Mother Died and the Stretcher Didn't Fit So They Carried Her Out in a Blue Sheet: Alone in her duplex Jill Jones Damages George McKim be fork, mumless nyone of Slthe Creek Joe Bussiere © Preschool Christmas Crafts From Soda Bottles 2010 Richard Kostelanetz from Unscience Fictions Kate Thorpe The End of an Accident Emily Gilbert Lovers I Ed Steck A reputation is at stake here A short history A videotape accompanying the aforementioned videotape Iain Britton the table J.D. Nelson Horse was Worse danger math In Lard of Neighbornoise Now & Never ★ ★ IRON FLOYF Adam Strauss Work It Dressings John M. Bennett [loot plunger noc turner] [my issued sock my tumbled phone] [my trash thinker combed] [rat her loc ator swimmy] [your puzzled pig leaf] ..:: PROSE ::.. Charles Freeland from Albumen Paul Kavanagh Imagination Nate Liederbach Boarding with Bertrand Russell ..:: OTHER ::.. John M. Bennett doughfenetre door heads b #2 door heads b #3 Geof Huth Lecture on the Language at Hand Andy June UNUT Ay Tony Rickaby Bright Blue Wall Story Rusted Wall Story Two Greys Wall Story Mark Goodwin The Biffbullook Eric LeMay Annabella's The Serpentine Dance, 1896 Nico Vassilakis iPoem Compositions 1 iPoem Compositions 2 iPoem Compositions 3 iPoem Compositions 4 iPoem Compositions 5 ..:: 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 Volume VI, Issue II Volume VII, Issue I
..:: 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
danger math J.D. Nelson
the blood of numbers, the bank says oh, starboiled skull soup, the very you were unsmooth, the flavor of paper night of birds listen frust— frustr— fr—
the blood of numbers, the bank says
oh, starboiled
skull soup, the very
you were unsmooth, the flavor of paper
night of birds listen
frust— frustr— fr—
// Advance //
