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�� Volume X, Issue I

..:: POETRY ::..


..:: PROSE ::..

..:: ETC ::..
�� Contributor's Notes

..:: ARCHIVES ::..
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�� Volume III, Issue I
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�� Volume VII, Issue I
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�� Volume VIII, Issue I
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Poetry


from Kosti's Ram�n I/V
Richard Kostelanetz

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Water is so clear only because it has no memory.

When the train leaves the station, look out the window to steal good-byes not meant for you.

Hens tire of reporting to the police the latest egg thieves.

A scared woman coldly watches.

The other side of the river will always be dissatisfied because it is not this side.

No literary cabal is serious until it appoints a treasurer.

It is a petty conception of silence to think that because it can wrap us round it belongs to us.

Only some would want their eyeglasses to be mirrors.

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