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   Volume IX, Issue II

..:: POETRY ::..


..:: PROSE ::..

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   Volume IV, Issue I
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   Volume V, Issue I
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    Volume VI, Issue I
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   Volume VII, Issue I
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   Volume VIII, Issue I
   Volume VIII, Issue II

   Volume IX, Issue I

 
Poetry


Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening
Travis Cebula

 

dear Angel,
I found
an electric
fan, 220 volts,
in the white cupboard.		 [now]
[the nights may be]
[lonely]
[but they'll be]
[cooler, too.]

 

 

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