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..:: CONTENTS
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Volume X, Issue I
..:: POETRY ::..
..:: PROSE ::..
..:: ETC
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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
Volume VIII, Issue II
Volume IX, Issue I
Volume IX, Issue II
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Made-Up Words
Joan Payne Kincaid
We're off to find random
mutations
to pass the time
living with tsunamis
and searching for names
of the missing
you seem to see a séance
about dusk
when fractals arrive
disguised as bulbs
from Holland and make
opportunistic selections.
//
Advance //
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