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   Volume VIII, Issue I

..:: POETRY ::..

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

    • ..:: PROSE ::..

    ..:: ETC ::..
       Contributor's Notes

    ..:: ARCHIVES ::..
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       Volume I, Issue II
       Volume II, Issue I
       Volume II, Issue II
       Volume III, Issue I
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       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: 22
    Thomas Fink

     

    He told me what he would expect in a wife, but I was not at all thrilled by that. How many babies would that be? To keep someone busy removing the dust from the street in the morning and nothing else to do. Now his firm is in trouble a little, because the food is not very good. I don't know what our relationship is, and I'm not interested in knowing, so I don't do anything that's really stupid. We're not unhappy.

    And
    the guy
    believes I'm stunning.

     

     

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