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Vol. 3, No. 4 Contents

The Dance  by GARY GLAUBER

2 December 2003
fiction, flash fiction

My friend says, "If you look for love you'll never find it." Then she tells me how she and her boyfriend take a shower together every morning.

Five of Us Are Going to Watch Your Technique  by CAROLINE BERRY

2 December 2003
poetry, editors' select

Let us first think about our spines.

Twitching in the harmless outfit. See blades

& sockets, then dinosaurs. Then see the scar

of string through our center.

Unveiling the Mummy  by THERESA BOYAR

2 December 2003
poetry

See the hand: root-like and hooked.

Notched knuckles, scars traveling

veneer of brown skin. See how it crowds

the skull, pushing inward, depraved…

What I'm Here For  by THERESA BOYAR

2 December 2003
poetry

Today, it's the rise

and billow of sheets

on the clothesline, the necessary

rectangles snapped, bleached…

Starfish  by MARK CUNNINGHAM

2 December 2003
poetry, prose poem

Dreams that no matter what button you push, the floors keep flicking past, 33, 34, 35, that you're walking on a long bridge, no land in sight…

Straw  by MARK CUNNINGHAM

2 December 2003
poetry, prose poem

Not hay. Too singular. Not chaff, not grain. Something Pre-Socratic about its attraction to living heat, stable dung. Not lace. Not grass-whistle…

Cultural Studies  by RICKY GARNI

2 December 2003
poetry, prose poem

there comes a time in which, no matter how important poetry may be, it seems more important to go out and buy throw pillows.

Iowa  by RICKY GARNI

2 December 2003
poetry, prose poem

oh I cannot mention what I saw but I will tell you that it involved a celebrity.

Feminine & Masculine of the Day  by ROBERT GIBBONS

2 December 2003
poetry, prose poem

Did you know the ocean has a skin this morning, a real skin of light, like a newborn? October turning tropical.

No Pure Pastoral  by ROBERT GIBBONS

2 December 2003
poetry, prose poem

Nothing is something. The sky diminishing during earth's first tilt toward fall.

Intersection  by STEPHEN OLIVER

2 December 2003
poetry, prose poem

The secret lies in elevation; in the erection of it, its meaning, what it relates to. The concept of the finite gave way to loss. Dream gave way to prophecy.

Don't Forget Us  by ALLAN PETERSON

2 December 2003
poetry

Autotomy in spiders is a voluntary act.

With such surprises, anticipation should have them

humming like the truck of wear-dated carpet

that idled all night in the Hardee's parking lot.

from Symphony No. 7  by PAUL ROWLAND

2 December 2003
poetry

Across vast distances in space, one cat calls to another;

a bat swings round a lamppost like a satellite.

The Little Room  by J. ROBERT SHULL

2 December 2003
poetry

Welcome to the little room.

You can bring a world in here,

spill an ocean or two…

A Large Man and His Family  by SARAH VAP

2 December 2003
poetry, prose poem

A deck of cards on the corner. A sun led steadily away; no better for it. Sitting around in paper gowns. In deep study.

Body on the Mountain  by SARAH VAP

2 December 2003
poetry, prose poem

Several hundred miles of tulips. The fetlock sunk in mud. Doing what we don't need to know about to the steel spines of the violets. To the dog's nipples hanging just off the dirt. To the jade chimes.

Crow  by SARAH VAP

2 December 2003
poetry, prose poem

I found the lost ice fisher with his glassed-in face. A human light, a field of frozen water. Wrapped in fur, thinking of his horse. Thinking of something else entirely: Wild cows in a silver wood.

Away and Indoors on a Sunny Day in Bergen  by WILLIAM WINFIELD WRIGHT

2 December 2003
poetry

Light pours into the space between

here and the next thing I can see.


Life on second floors means to know…

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