..:: 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


morphnacular vi.: anunnaki dysphemism
Joseph Milford


join in the gestalt the data
             basalt, up to bonelevel
mercury notwithstanding
             all us steeplechased into
stun-gun barricades
             scratch a ticket at the petrol
station of riding a bullet
             into the founding father's
liquor cabinet and just desire
             to walk on the moon made
us beautiful—then, we had
             to go and do it—this whole
thing was a dare to monadic
             overdrive—we didn't even
know until the bit was pulled
             out of our mouths how to
say extraterrestrial



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