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15 February 2008
Vol. 7, No. 4

Yet everything that touches us, me and you,

takes us together like a violin's bow,

which draws one voice out of two separate strings.


28 November 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3

In a fat, greasy soil, that's full of snails,

I'll dig a grave deep down, where I may sleep

Spreading my bones at ease, to drowse in deep

Oblivion, as a shark within the wave.