..:: CONTENTS ::.. Volume VIII, Issue I ..:: POETRY ::.. Charles Tarlton from The Carmody-Blight Dialogues: 31 32 33 Bruno Neiva les épures mécaniques de cette période Will Burnett [01 Sea / river] j/j hastain from systems of steaming cleave being turned into living seams Glenn R. Frantz Blindfold / Raindrop Thomas Fink from Dusk Bowl Intimacies: 22 23 24 John M. Bennett Blow Away Adam Fagin Linear Daylight J.D. Mitchell-Lumsden The widow and the secret funeral for a wanted corpse Should I not complete my sentence I am the dress my widow is buried in We dote over our duplicity The butcher handles the carcass it carves Eric Weiskott [a full forest solves a full river] [it pummels the surf, it is not meant] [wish for unimportance] [you can't run in dreams, either living] Loretta Clodfelter from Correspondences [In this retelling we ask what role...] [You wouldn't like me when I'm angry] [Been sitting on it so long...] [Too early for a glass of wine...] [The funny thing is I remember it all...] Adam Fieled from Apparition Poems: 217 218 219 RC Miller The Office In My Eye That Photographs My Dream David Harrison Horton from Where Chinese Women Float in Space: [A reckoning,] [Where the carcass is the buzzards gather] [A bullet train and worries] [Boats anchored in the harbor,] [Somewhere there should and must be an epiphone] ..:: PROSE ::.. Len Kuntz Reasons I Should Be Dead Reclamation Cassandra Moss The Hole in the Ground That Did Marianne Villanueva Bread My Dead Chinese Professor ..:: 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 Volume V, Issue II Volume VI, Issue I Volume VI, Issue II Volume VII, Issue I
..:: 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
Untitled Eric Weiskott
wish for unimportance the hand that feeds applauds only our own people town partitions illness if no one notices at this rate, the laundry stiffens out of spite
wish for unimportance
the hand that feeds applauds
only our own people
town partitions illness
if no one notices
at this rate, the laundry
stiffens out of spite
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