..:: CONTENTS ::..

   Volume X, Issue II

..:: POETRY ::..

..:: PROSE ::..
..:: OTHER ::..

..:: 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
   Volume X, Issue I


bleeding in my bed heather i thought of you
Bobbi Lurie


sharp and predictable you tether me to your thought system a wind of real thorns kill blossom i am thorn adorned but i never said i've always waited so berries red i too sharp this drug regimen my head bleeding heather is how i dreamt of you so many think it's snowing when i'm alone wind blowing through roots against wind a wind that's worrying



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