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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

Phoebe Reeves

Absences

The peonies bend, heavy clustered fists. They bloom early on the south wall, white-gloved hands relaxing into globes of musk. My neighbor brought them over in a bucket to pile on the piano and admire. Did you know, they can't open without the ants? Ants loosen the peonies' tight buds with their tiny bodies. I had been thinking how lovely they were.

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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