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Vol. 2, No. 1 Contents

AVP  by 7HORICATHA 

2 March 2002
art, digital art

Scilence  by 7HORICATHA 

2 March 2002
art, digital art

Sheep  by 7HORICATHA 

2 March 2002
art, digital art

Advice  by ANTÓNIO LUIS

2 March 2002
art, digital art

Summer  by ANTÓNIO LUIS

2 March 2002
art, macromedia flash

The Party  by DAVID BARRINGER

The party ended when someone threw the baby in through the window.

Inside  by KEVIN LAVEY

2 March 2002
fiction, flash fiction

I am awake this morning and in the next room I think my sister Kelly is still asleep. I think that she is sleeping but who knows because she is not sending signals to me anymore. This is the story.

Because of This We Were Late, Everything Got Mixed Up. Later I Broke the Door. Or, The Leaving  by LYN LIFSHIN

2 March 2002
poetry

I thought it was

odd at first. Take

off your clothes you

said, unbuttoning yours…

In Venice, That November and December  by LYN LIFSHIN

2 March 2002
poetry

17 cats ran in and

out windows that

never closed as Hari

Krishna jingled up…

The Last Time at the First Gate  by CLINT MEADOWS

2 March 2002
poetry

the fists

of an ugly bruised sky

beat the thick glass of the terminal,

its thunder serenading…

From the Book of Opportune Moments  by MARK MELTON

2 March 2002
poetry

On my way home from work today

I met a man who didn't exist.

He showed me his two front teeth, grinning

as he held them up to my eyes.

Gabrien Hits the Road  by MARK MELTON

2 March 2002
poetry

He was going to make a movie about it,

but the cost of film was too much.

Once I Was a Whore…  by KIMBERLY TOWNSEND PALMER

2 March 2002
poetry

…and it wasn't any big deal, but I knew

I'd crossed some line somewhere.

I wonder how many of us have,

without anyone ever guessing?

After Jon Larrance's Nude on a Couch  by SHELLY REED

2 March 2002
poetry

Once I wrote your eyes

in the palm of my hand

while you were engaged

in the centering music.

Finger Paint Me  by SHELLY REED

2 March 2002
poetry

I am a purple fashion model painting

latex smoke and metaphor

my rhythm nude and smeared like

our wild silhouettes and black & white sex…

Polaroid of a Day In Progress  by SHELLY REED

2 March 2002
poetry

It's Sunday

A cold coffee growl in a kitchen

A girl brushing the color poison on the heart

               of the prisoner she paints

The Farm Sang for a Minute  by SHELLY REED

2 March 2002
poetry

Remember dad mad as a snake about

growing corn broken storm windows

and the farmhand who put wildflowers

and mirrors all through the barn

from A Silent Response  by CHARLES VALLE

2 March 2002
poetry

The karaoke bar was surreal. After the little punk kid sang

Michael Jackson's 'Beat It,' some fat guy with a beard

rallied the drunken troops for a version of 'God

Bless America' or something like that.

Pictures of Conquistadors  by CHARLES VALLE

2 March 2002
poetry

Jesus and Christopher lean close

Together, tiny fists

Clamping tight on plastic

Swords, their gold…

Acorns  by DANTE WOO

This hammock is strung for one, and it's so humid outside that we stink. If I concentrate, maybe I can weigh us down, till the netting is barely grazing the acorns below us. When we touch the ground I will orgasm. I'm preparing for it now, facing down while you sleep turned towards the sky, my breath moving your collar.

We are taught to take care of each other,  by DANTE WOO

2 March 2002
poetry, prose poem

We are taught to take care of each other, that families are harsh places where people will tell you that you're fat or old looking, but also where those same folks will stand by you.

We had our first sex on a 70s era couch  by DANTE WOO

2 March 2002
poetry, prose poem

We had our first sex on a 70s era couch (while MTV's 'The Real World' played); it made my allergies go off—that's the reason I laid my head on your chest, because the cushion was giving me a rash.

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