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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

Weam Namou

My Brother's Wife

She brought along clothes, high heels and gold But no resumes or diplomas Her magistrate was in her glance, her touch, Her movements Her name is Zena Translation: decoration She entered our home in autumn Inhabited the fourth and largest chamber She fried tomatoes using extra care Mopped each ceramic in fine detail Climbed the stairs with passion Looked at my brother with patience Watching her perform, I found surrender was her name Mine, intelligence She tiptoed closer to my space Smelled disinterest and ran the other way One day she slipped between the crack of my bedroom door And gave me her dress to keep I wore it and recalled what it is to please I borrowed the depth of her life's embrace Then gave the dress to my sister.

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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