Fall 2001, issue 8, what we were promised
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This is issue number Eight, Fall 2001.

A couple of truckers' yawns from Albuquerque a sign promises: "Falling Rocks May Exist."
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you begin to understand the dead — how they leave their clothes in your
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A line of alternating ones & zeros
- John Burgess

On Realizing The Sun Is Just a Star
- Francine Witte

Hilda
- Laura Bieber

I Shall Make An Ark
- T. E. Ballard

Skeleton
- Scott Mignola

Aerialist
- Mark Yakich

Leg
- Philip Dacey

The Pancake Principle
- Martha Clarkson

Attempt
- Mitzi Miles-Kubota

Deep Sea Angler
- Lisette Alonso

Near Sandia Peak
- Anthony Russell White

Overall Light
- Francine Witte

Talisman
- Jane Rice

Apothecary
- Rebecca Loudon

In Darkness it Flashes
- David Filer

Haiku for the Japanese
- Shaun Gant

Work
- Jeffrey Morgan

The Red Arrow
- Catherine Conlan

Now That You're Older
- Karen Stromberg

Potential
- Lisa Gluskin

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

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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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Driving at night, I reached across for the knee your skirt failed to cover
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No getting away from the world, at least for now: even on the good days it's wash and backwash, a humus of cigarette
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