..:: CONTENTS ::..

   Volume IX, Issue I

..:: POETRY ::..

..:: PROSE ::..
..:: OTHER ::..

..:: 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


Emily as Fish Scatter to a Cannonball
Darren Demaree


It is a deep surge,
a reach into the water
that began

with a demonstration
of my body
& ended

with an expression
of water, lining
the roughened metal

that now hides the witnesses
of my collapsible hope.
I have dominated all nature

to look at you, my moon,
through the layers of filth
this retention pond curates.

If my eye's veins
go to the fireworks
before I memorize

your shape,
know that my leap began
with a vigor, with good

intentions of making a fool
out of my self
in your honor.



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