- Ron Silliman
- Averill Curdy
- Paul Hoover
- Allen Butt
- Brandi Gentry
From this Issue
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poemBy Ron SillimanWords torn, unseen, unseemly, scenesome far suburb’s mall lotSummer’s theme: this year’s humid—to sweat is to know—pen squeezed too tight yieldsink as blood or pusso the phrase scraped, removedoffending thine eye: “Outsource Bush”Against which, insource...
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poemBy Averill CurdyThe wake sewing shut those white lipsand after when leagues and all behind to saltfell the grateful Spaniards prayedIt became their habit to turn eyes sore awayfrom surfeit Rashes and abrasions of springleaf stem vine blossom aphid & berry stridulantintricate and promiscuous without the roseor borage or pomegranate emboweredin flaunting...
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poemBy Paul HooverThe first day was a long dayand the first night nearly eternal.No thing existed, and only One was presentto perceive what wasn’t there.No meaning as we know it;difference was bound in the All.On the first day, water,on the second...
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Table of Contents
POEMS
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Ron Silliman
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Averill Curdy
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Allen Edwin Butt
Comment
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Clare Cavanagh
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Anna Kamienska
LETTER
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Brandi Gentry
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Sarah Antine
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Brian Houghton
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Shawn Kirchner
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George Young
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James Ross
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Anthony Bartys
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William Aylward
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Pam Wight
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Avery Colt
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Arthur H. King Jr.