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   Volume X, Issue I

..:: POETRY ::..


..:: PROSE ::..

..:: ETC ::..
   Contributor's Notes

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   Volume III, Issue I
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   Volume IV, Issue I
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   Volume V, Issue I
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   Volume VI, Issue I
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   Volume VII, Issue I
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   Volume VIII, Issue I
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   Volume IX, Issue I
   Volume IX, Issue II

 
Poetry


cleanup
John M. Bennett

 

boil ,when the sleeves if
,empty ,the closet's hang
ers ,limp ,but dimly
clanking or the knee ,de
pantsed ,gleaming on the
floor ,your ,if opened
,scissors walking up the
bed ,with sawdust sa
gged ,filled ,with's gluey
blood the forgotten
fork ,holds the sky ,un
der the mattress ,the
dreamless bone

 

 

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