..:: 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


from A Concoction of Glass Bees
Lynn Strongin


In the Classically clean                     crystalline
Air of Holland
When all we are left is air
And prayer, the oxygen
Air of common
Air cut, spliced open   rinsing the lungs
The gymnastic mind   climbs branches outlined in frost:
Ice-rimmed & limned
The sister who were nurses bicycled across East London
Each brick in each row tenement house gleaming
A page
Of a testament
From the main lake
Love worn.



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