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   Volume VII, Issue I

..:: POETRY ::..


..:: PROSE ::..

..:: ETC ::..
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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
   Volume VI, Issue II

 
Poetry


Butter Gust
John M. Bennett

so I plunged for off my breath I
so and hunched ,high my ,¿death?
grizzled loaf hanging on the wall
.should my neck guest ,slamming
cube the wave hums ,blister "spork"
snapping in your sheets my sheets.
the long dry pond grapples in my
leg my lung and ,lube this slave

 

 

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