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Rane Arroyo:
Brokeback Mountain


Frederick Lord:
Diving Bell


Allison Tobey:
The Wedding Photo


Frederick Lord:
Cupping My Car Keys like a Bird I Want to Keep Quiet


Tom Carson:
Breakfast plate portraits


Ryan McLellan:
Too much life


Peter Gunn:
Tate Modern


Tom Carson:
The beach


Sally O'Quinn:
October View


Jeff Crouch:
thermostat


JR Walsh:
Maybe he'll adopt our children


Carine Topal:
Eating Apples


David B. McCoy:
Skylight


Lightsey Darst:
Don't


Amanda McQuade:
At the Shore


Lenore Weiss:
U.S. Soldier With Traumatic Stress Disorder Syndrome, Post Iraq


Adam Houle:
How I Imagine the Seasons on a Walk with My Dog

Daria Tavana:
Bunkered Up!


Martin Willitts, Jr.:
Forest Haiku


Joseph Reich:
from Twelve Odd Stanzas Involving Culture


Lisa Fay Coutley:
In Love, Fridays are Best Spent Watching the Discovery Channel


Ray Succre:
Seedless Blackberry Jam


Davide Trame:
The Threshold


John Grey:
Glassy


Ryan McLellan:
Exploratory


Kenneth Pobo:
Leave it to Buble


Joseph Hutchison:
Poplar


Amanda McQuade:
Happy Hour 3


Adam Penna:
from Lyrics to Genji


Lisa Fay Coutley:
In e-Harmony


Anne Baldo:
jenny hanniver


Jackson Lassiter:
Instant Oatmeal Instructions


Taylor Graham:
Erinys Erinys


Celeste Snowber:
water litany


Davide Trame:
Moth


Contributors
Volume One Issue One

Lisa Fay Coutley

In e-Harmony

She'd walk sockless through the tended embers of his aching just because he wants to hold her shoes in his hands (he's the first man to send her a smiley, an LOL!), but grief simply isn't that well-prepared for virtually. Something needs to be said for spacious backseats without heated undercarriages and automatic locks, the risk of being caught buck naked, ankles up, her stilettos on the feet of a stranger who doesn't need fixing before she has basked in his five o'clock shadow. Still, she would forego intimate evenings of heavy petting for him, skipping straight ahead to the filthy grief, but this is virtual intelligence protected, fire-walled, spam-guarded, filtered, and her inbox levels every request.





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