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..:: CONTENTS ::..

   Volume VIII, Issue I

..:: POETRY ::..

  • Eric Weiskott
  • Loretta Clodfelter
  • Adam Fieled
  • RC Miller
  • David Harrison Horton

  • ..:: 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

     
    Poetry


    from Dusk Bowl Intimacies: 24
    Thomas Fink

     

    Mother would prop me on her lap, going leedle leedle leedle. This imprint shouldn't have worn off by pimple hour. Everybody in my school—they were all various cheeses. My hands turned funny then, too. It's necessary for many people to need, and I've been working as a woman about this. Do you want to unburden yourself in any way?

    The
    nick that
    bothers you most.

     

     

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