..:: 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


Natural Imposition
Sheila Murphy


Leave the oboe reeds to me; you just play
what you recall about the night sweats.

She will pantomime his blasphemy and breath.
I will overcome recidivist phenomena while sleeping.

Ribbed cold fixtures cure the rest stops lingering
apart from function where it hurts again.

I usually meander in the foreground
while you wait for my awareness to revive.

Simplify my life by sleeping with me here
until the pencil sketch grows fully formed in darkness.



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