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..:: CONTENTS ::..
   Volume V, Issue II

..:: 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


This is the corn shed
Steve Roggenbuck



Thes e are the windos in the corn shed, a person with Y oung
hair +
beautiful Ear s,
(This is the pipework of years.)

This is cider on sill s,the camp smoke
hot,This is
brushlumber on coals.
(You remem ber everyone + the w ay th ey t alked
a round fires.)

This is the wisper of Lisping husband s, a tonelaughtr
down wh eel b a r rows


this is five lamp s—the forest & the
when the dove goes low + the duck sales,

This is dawn.  the farmhouse


This is the city  : a pave
down rodes—
pickingup nickels on a curb This is the night

This is a brick hall: This
is aluminu m
science ,

tight stomach s


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