..:: CONTENTS ::..

   Volume VIII, 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
   Volume VI, Issue II
   Volume VII, Issue I
   Volume VII, Issue II
   Volume VIII, Issue I


Mark Young


Disk space is fundament-
ally a dialectical construct,
a grown-up version of a
child's sweater, a humorous
parody of the ultimate
warrior. No wonder her
red box of memories rejects
renaissance ideas, compares

them to a summer's day as
it transmits data in packets
of bytes, trying to decide
between a life on the streets
& a career in theater. Can a
videogame be like a poem?



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