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This is issue number Twelve, Summer 2004.

Let me tell you something, honey — that was the wakeup call, when a little corn-fed, gingham-wearing
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After the election, the English language, which had taken such a beating, flew to the Virgin Islands for a rest.
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Those were the days of milk, outside the icy trees and the blades of grass like little knives.
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Fly Away Home
- Erica Olsen

Comfort
- Phoebe Wayne

Instructions for Awakening, July
- Christine Potter

Breeze
- Kyle Torke

November, 2000
- Philip Dacey

Winter Light
- Sheila Black

How They Fall In Love, And Then, The Two Would Live In A Moderate Climate
- Daniel Gallik

AS OURSELVES SURE OF WHAT COMES NEXT
- William E. Dudley

Two Poems
- Paul Watsky

The Cowardly Lion: An Apostrophe to Herself
- Tracy Mendham

Pearl
- Sheila Black

Brief History
- Josh Sundberg

The Breaking Point
- Amber Leffler

Reading under the influence
- Josh Sundberg

Cannibal Freed
- Kyle Torke

who is this empty
- Fern Capella

The Tin Man
- Tracy Mendham

EAT
- Elizabeth Kerlikowske

6:40 AM, Just Before the War
- Christine Potter

Confinement
- Rebecca Clark

Why I Believe in Ghosts
- Matt Schumacher

The Dark Garden
- Traci Burns

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The Last Expedition.
The lost journals of Edward Von Lemkes
Assembled by Ben Parzybok
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Wasn’t I more truthful when all I could do was groan?
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The common house gecko hangs upside-down from the silk Plant, his eyes bicycle tires with only four spokes, his
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Ketchup on the ledge means I'm open My white hat and coat mean I'm clean
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