Sunday, November 5, 2006

ISSUE 4

Contents




POETRY
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I Say
brock bernard

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The Western Affront
Henri Caputo

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How to Make a Man
Angela Feeherty

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Downbeat
brock bernard

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Cryptic
Kei Tse

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Jake
Vincent Saint-Simon

ESSAY

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In Defense of a New Literature
N.T.

FICTION

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And Strawberry Ice Cream Sandwhiches
Oedipus Jones

Lovingly shuffled together under the direction of Nikki Rainey, Matt Siemer, Brock Walker, and Curt Bozif.

4 comments:

Laura-Marie said...

As I strutted my Awkward Alligator, my tan began to tingle.

I found myself dancing on the sidewalk. I was alive with propensity.

The pleasure was unbearable, and all I could think was, “Will the heaven ever end?” As I gradually recognized my secret twin, I knew true love was possible.

Jelena said...
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Jelena said...

As I cradled the Awkward Alligator, my nuances began to rustle.

I found myself balancing on the cusp. I was in love with sound.

The fog was manifesting and all I could think was "What does life mean?!" As I grudgingly shifted my scope, I knew only transience.

RE: said...

Hey thanks.