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Volume Five Issue Two

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Amy Schulz:
Moth to Flame Theories

Danielle Hanson:
How I came to find you were unfaithful

Lisa C. Krueger:
Secured Cushions, Beer and Olives

Anatoly Kudryavitsky:
The Lakeside Wind

Laurie Barton:
Word Over the World

John Calavitta:
Sense is Suction Fountains

Jnana Hodson:
Liquid Cartography

Anne Britting Oleson:
Where We Leapt From

Fred Longworth:
suddenly, you realize you're trapped in a movie

Lizzi Vignali

Hands I've Held (II)

Angular and alien your fingers hook through mine as if by accident. We leave them there, caught, and pretend not to notice our hearts displacing reason in our chests. The trees are fuzzed yellow-green with spring. Cherry blossoms choke the gutters — drown in Decemberlike rain. Your fingers are like bare winter branches. I wish I could go back to December. Back to the bare simplicity of naked branches and dormant earth, before the urges of spring complicated everything.

Lizzi Vignali:
Hands I've Held (II)

Steve Klepetar:
Speaking to the Field Mice

Laurie Barton:
Love Note to Notre Dame

John Grey:
Untimely

Kristina Popiel:
Elegy on My Mother's Breast

Amy Schulz:
Listening to Koi

William Wright Harris:
Dejected Ode on Coffee

Stephen Williams:
Discovering Fire

Paul Nelson:
December 21st

Nathan Prince:
Brother

Gail DiMaggio:
My Dead Husband Drops By

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