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..:: CONTENTS
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Volume X, Issue I
..:: POETRY ::..
..:: PROSE ::..
..:: ETC
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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
Volume VII, Issue II
Volume VIII, Issue I
Volume VIII, Issue II
Volume IX, Issue I
Volume IX, Issue II
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The Sun with Feathers
J. D. Nelson
learn to drink a sun
not hot enough but
what—
The space takes up no space.
The nothing is nowhere.
"I can see in the darkness," I said.
The sun is an owl in the branches.
The sun is a pretty bird.
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