..:: CONTENTS ::..

   Volume XI, 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
   Volume X, Issue I
   Volume X, Issue II


John Lowther


Sentences represent possibilities.
Impromptu demonstrations of why Malibu Ken is not anatomically correct.
But then like any lost cause, they can't give him up.
When you come back you will not be you.

Reformation implies deformation.
Every society honors its live conformists and its dead troublemakers.
When I lose my temper you can't find it any place.
I gotta wash all this jizz off my face.

Unsex me here.
Not the clown, he saw what was behind the clown.
I found a kind of dignity in despising myself, he said.
You can cry outside for a little while if you want.



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