..:: CONTENTS ::..

   Volume X, Issue I

..:: 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
   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


Pin Light
Sheila Murphy


I go out to rescue letters
from their process of delivery.

She wears glasses to accompany
a false smile meant to symphonize.

What has been written bleeds from skin
less in evidence than content on the page.

His depth blasphemes until an epitaph
replaces symmetry that cures the wood.

Heights arrive without us or we
surf away and think a different lie.



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