Fall 2001, issue 8, what we were promised
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3rd place: Francine Witte


This is issue number Eight, Fall 2001.

I. Adapting to allow members of the opposite sex to find each other in the deep sea, a newly hatched male bores its jaws into the female's body
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Despite the cold wind the hoya keeps blooming busy, safe, indoors
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When the torque of my desire becomes unbearable left hand closes and the clutch disengages
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Near Sandia Peak
- Anthony Russell White

Attempt
- Mitzi Miles-Kubota

The Pancake Principle
- Martha Clarkson

Skeleton
- Scott Mignola

The Red Arrow
- Catherine Conlan

Hilda
- Laura Bieber

I Shall Make An Ark
- T. E. Ballard

Apothecary
- Rebecca Loudon

Potential
- Lisa Gluskin

Work
- Jeffrey Morgan

Haiku for the Japanese
- Shaun Gant

Deep Sea Angler
- Lisette Alonso

In Darkness it Flashes
- David Filer

On Realizing The Sun Is Just a Star
- Francine Witte

Overall Light
- Francine Witte

The Sky Has Fallen and The Night Has Broke
- W. Joe Hoppe

Now That You?re Older
- Karen Stromberg

Leg
- Philip Dacey

A line of alternating ones & zeros
- John Burgess

Talisman
- Jane Rice

Aerialist
- Mark Yakich

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I spoon her ashes courage in the silver spoon, fill the Altoid?s tin empty of candy, smelling of
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One night my father drank so much bourbon that he turned into a skeleton.
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Above all this, above the flat roads hooded by willows, above the souped-up shadows
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