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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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from There Is No Wayward Palace
Laura Carter
How a young woman will turn; that's what verso is for. There were meanings applied to situations. Desert, though, is not always blue; sometimes it is the color of a bronze deer who has arranged a meteor to capture all alternate rays of sun. A day begins. Or perhaps it's that day fades into night, Albert Ayler softly playing in the background, and Zimmerman's name still in air, going only to show that glitter doesn't stay.
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Advance //
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