..:: CONTENTS ::..

   Volume VII, 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


Butter Gust
John M. Bennett

so I plunged for off my breath I
so and hunched ,high my ,¿death?
grizzled loaf hanging on the wall
.should my neck guest ,slamming
cube the wave hums ,blister "spork"
snapping in your sheets my sheets.
the long dry pond grapples in my
leg my lung and ,lube this slave



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