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..:: CONTENTS ::..

   Volume VI, Issue II

..:: 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


Excerpts from Antediluvian Birdsong, After the Stormy Dark
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé


They doused the salted field with iodine and dreams.
"Except for the barley, let those keep their gold and morning."
Logos, but for letters.


There will be snow and rain, same day of fine things.
Mixed up. Mixed, enamel in champlevé
damascening like a dance, the curling, whey hope.


Not theory today, please.
Maybe that movie about Merritt typewriters feeling obsolete.
I'll walk myself out, batch of bread and milk bagged.


"This is piction is eo ipso is an illustrated text."
Why not more bay stories or rare ones at the lounge?
Because this is foreign, dialogue.


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