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Volume One Issue Three

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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

Anuja Ghimire

Saffron

I flutter when I dance and shiver when I drive. My fingers create lotus, deer and Shiva. How far is Houston from Victoria city? Prayers of my palm, poetry in my eyes. The sky is so big. The roads are so wide. I don't melt here. My saffron. Your orange. When I push carts and displace cans from the shelves, I ache, I stomp. My fingers create the rain and reach for the milk. When I am not watched, I make art in Wal-Mart.

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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