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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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see the rest
John M. Bennett
looked ,snored ,timed my
,whethering ,or seatwalk
,boring thru my sleep
explosions ,the es
sence ,is never
,was not scattered
across the parking
lot ,way below ,fal
ling off the st age
and the it eration ching
sky watched ,as I s
lumped against a
,flaking and weedy
,wall )my mapless one(
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Advance //
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