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Volume One Issue Three

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Masthead

Irene Latham:
The house on Baltimore street was not built for battle

Anuja Ghimire:
Saffron

Gene Fox:
Beach Glass

William Doreski:
In the Name of Some Endowment

Phoebe Reeves:
Commute

Radames Ortiz:
August Trance

Christopher Flakus:
Streetlight Mantra

Leslie Contreras:
Survival in Bucharest

Pamela Coren:
Phases of the Moon

Tim Hunt:
Canned Tuna

Jason C. Venner:
BloodMusic

Dawn Schout:
Hooked

Christopher Flakus:
It was somewhere in Mexico

Phoebe Reeves:
Absences

Radames Ortiz:
Mateo

Caleb Parkin:
Blood Groups

Weam Namou

American and Iraqi Soldiers Unite in a Dance

It's a sophisticated dance, needing the finesse of a jeweler's hands, which cuts a diamond into this and that shape at a future bride's demands. People's fingers interlock in this ancient dance, forming a circle as large as a farmer's land, while they move in collaboration to the melody and rhythm of a tambourine, dumbek and bamboo flute. I saw them on TV, they were celebrating in Kurdistan, which is north of Iraq. American and Iraqi soldiers, grouped side by side, dressed in khaki, holding hands as if they were one family.

Mary C. O'Malley:
Moon Shining Through Bedroom Window

Peter D. Goodwin:
A Poem Written While Watching Children Study Art In A Museum Instead Of Playing Outside

Robert Hastings:
Those Weekday Nights When I Am Truly Lucky

Irene Latham:
In my mother's dream

Caroline Misner:
Trilliums in May

Weam Namou:
American and Iraqi Soldiers Unite in a Dance

Ashley Capes:
rotary

Jessica Colley:
The Reason Picasso Hangs Over My Bed

Martin Ott:
Mercy

Donal Mahoney:
Meeting Dad Again

Chris Crittenden:
Halloween

Ryder Collins:
How to apologize to ----, a Manual in progress

Kim Triedman:
Pink toenails change everything

Weam Namou:
My Brother's Wife

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