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This is issue number Twelve, Summer 2004.

These days one may not want to think about the consequences associated with understanding
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It's always been January, salt blown like tired snow to the curb, sky salt-colored but for frostbitten pink
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Pearl
- Sheila Black

Two Poems
- Paul Watsky

Brief History
- Josh Sundberg

Fly Away Home
- Erica Olsen

The Breaking Point
- Amber Leffler

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

who is this empty
- Fern Capella

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

November, 2000
- Philip Dacey

The Tin Man
- Tracy Mendham

Instructions for Awakening, July
- Christine Potter

Breeze
- Kyle Torke

The Dark Garden
- Traci Burns

Winter Light
- Sheila Black

Reading under the influence
- Josh Sundberg

Confinement
- Rebecca Clark

The Cowardly Lion: An Apostrophe to Herself
- Tracy Mendham

Comfort
- Phoebe Wayne

Why I Believe in Ghosts
- Matt Schumacher

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

EAT
- Elizabeth Kerlikowske

Cannibal Freed
- Kyle Torke
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The Last Expedition.
The lost journals of Edward Von Lemkes
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Around three AM, trees ruffle the dark of their leaves like a sleeper rearranging a blanket.
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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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The common house gecko hangs upside-down from the silk Plant, his eyes bicycle tires with only four spokes, his
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