2 December 2005
Vol. 5, No. 4
nonfiction
My nickname at school is Tony the All-Night Pony. When I read a poem that I like I will write it down in one of my black leather journals.
12 September 2005
Vol. 5, No. 3
nonfiction, classic
Are you too deeply occupied to say if my Verse is alive?
The Mind is so near itself—it cannot see, distinctly—and I have none to ask—
15 April 2005
Vol. 5, No. 1
nonfiction
Security alerts are not a western phenomenon; Seoul declared one yesterday. As of yet, they haven't given it a color, but when they do, I suspect it won't be pink.
17 March 2005
Vol. 5, No. 1
nonfiction
Winter on the open seas is a grueling affair. Sometimes, the nets I haul up have turned to ice. I know this because the fish have begun to talk again. They say it was so cold…
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