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<description>Good writing. No remorse.</description>
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<title>Sinking is the Only Way Out by Jon Chopan</title>
<description>This story is an homage to failure: it is told underwater through snapshots or collage, in no particular order, without color. Is found at the bottom of a body of water, buried, stuck in the mud, unm</description>
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<title>Flakes by James Terry</title>
<description>Everyone had an excuse. Carl and Becky Lockyear forgot that they'd already committed to the Drake's baby shower. Tom Jenkins' car broke down on the freeway and had to be towed. Alex Miles and his</description>
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<title>Two inventions by Brian Foley</title>
<description>The Hourglass We forget our names and move on. We flee every fifteen minutes. You keep an hourglass with a timer. We're afraid of what will happen if the hourglass breaks. Even more afraid than what we</description>
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<title>Too Much Wining by Mary Bowers</title>
<description>"Do we drink too much?" Sarah and I were running errands when she asked. Sarah had asked this before, and it annoyed me. Only people who drink too much ask themselves if they drink too much. I wanted</description>
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<title>MANGA (multi mixed media monthly magazinish maybeness) by James Francis</title>
<description>Liquid, limpid, lambent, looking: two arches of eyes emoting, asterisk irises like fireworks exploding, glistening, gleaming, open, wide as the skies, in fear, or love... Fluid, filled near overflowin</description>
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<title>The No Loitering Hotel by Jean-Gerald Charbonneau</title>
<description>Joseph is driving westward on Martin Luther King Boulevard when in the vacant lot on the corner of Morrison Street he sees a golden ring-necked pheasant. Now, Baltimore City is not without a fairly</description>
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<title>The man who made men cry. by Jack Harris</title>
<description>Six months? Give or take a month or two he said.What did he say about drinking. Don't matter now. Can I get you one? Sure — thanks. Family? Yes her and two kids. I've been laid off for three mont</description>
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<title>The Cracks and Strains! by Gabe Durham</title>
<description>Truman showed initial interest in the pop songs I played him but was disgusted with their endings. As one faded out, he seized the volume knob to compensate. I feared he'd blown out the speakers when </description>
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<title>Coming Apart by Thomas Boulan</title>
<description>Walking into the store fifteen minutes late, I found Miles scooping dead tetras from an aquarium with a green net. Rubbery bodies slapped the walls of a cardboard box. Several stuck to the side like w</description>
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<title>Pseudocide by Melissa Ruby</title>
<description>I see her jump from the Golden Gate and fall in slow motion, float into the gray waters of the bay, the churning chop of waves and boat wake engulfs her body and she is gone, disappearing beneath the </description>
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<title>THE COLOR OF BLINDNESS by Janice Krasselt Tatter</title>
<description>My friend who lost her sight describe show she feels her way into roomswith faded eyes, invisible floors. Music smells like pinkas it washes her tongue and fingers,words taste like blue moon, the swish</description>
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<title>American Boy, Korean Girl: Summer Romance Processing Salmon, Anchorage, Alaska by Scott Drinkall</title>
<description>I chopped fish heads. She boxed bodiesfor shipment to California. Before work each day, I brought her a pair of perfectly fitting blue rubber gloves. She tied my white apron behind my back. I told he</description>
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<title>Two Poems by Lara Konesky</title>
<description>DOG if you could mold me the way you have molded your dog and what a good dog he is the way he does everything you say. and smiles a dog smile about it. If you could mold me like that who would I be?</description>
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<title>Unexplainable by Kenneth Gurney</title>
<description>"Butter the roll,the rock trucks,the last squalland all your hairpins. Close the bookon fire trucks,the long heave of the valley,the unlit porch lampsat night. "Gather creek rocks,moonlight, the "E" from</description>
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<title>Mary Lou is Dead by Jak Cardini</title>
<description>Mrs. Wheeler is having a conversation with a convincing jumble of interstate saying something about leaving town Her children clang like a few angry spoons arguing in the sink The whole house is</description>
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<title>Five Pieces by Kirk Pinho</title>
<description>01. Gurgling the umbra of some awkward grace I say I have melted softly into the panorama   The tracheas are puddling below us at an inexhaustible velocity We are in the atmosphere</description>
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<title>Two Poems by R. A. Allen</title>
<description>Closed Curve I get the pizza at Pascal's. He wagers I'll be back for more. A pragmatic salvation From eternal damnation, He claims, can be mine, Then adds, "The price is right for Agnostic swine." Now, That</description>
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<title>MINNOW POND by Joe Balaz</title>
<description>The minnows are jumpingin Minnow Pond, one upon the other--fins and gills,scales against scales,navigating a close proximity. Inverted in the cold retinasof countless fisheyes,a stagnant crowded world</description>
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<title>SALUD Selected Writings by Curt Johnson</title>
<description>216 Pages Price: $15.00 Cross Roads Press P.O. Box 33 Ellison Bay, WI 54210 www.bleidoorcountytimes.com ISBN: 0-889460-16-8 Review-Interview By: Charles P. Ries SALUD is a homage to Curt Johnson by </description>
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<title>Two Poems by Richard Donnelly</title>
<description>YOU SEEMED HAPPY after the store(we had bought a thousand dollars worth of floorlamps) I laughed and saidlet's have something to drink we went to Houlihan's don't you think I said sipping my beer that our wai</description>
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<title>BLUE RIBBONS At the County Fair by Ellaraine Lockie</title>
<description>63 Pages 34 Poems Price: $10.00 PWJ Publishing P.O. Box 238 Tehama, CA 96090 www.wellinghamjones.com ISBN: 0-939221-45-4 Review-Interview By: Charles P. Ries Ellaraine Lockie once again walks the</description>
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<title>An interview with David F. Hoenigman by Kenji Siratori</title>
<description>David F. Hoenigman first novel Burn Your Belongings. has just been released by Six Gallery Press. Hoenigman is originally from Cleveland but has lived in Tokyo since 1998. Heavily involved in the</description>
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<title>Review of Cervena Barva Press by Charles P. Ries</title>
<description>Gloria Mindock, Editor P.O. Box 440357 W. Somerville, MA 02144-3222 www.cervenabarvapress.com Review by Charles P. Ries What do you suppose is in the water in Somerville? Small press publishers are poppin</description>
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<title>Your Main Readerman by Timmy Waldron</title>
<description>Word Riot Fiction Editor Timmy Waldron picks out stories you should put on your reading list this month. To Build a Fire by Jack London Where to find it: Google it Why it's good</description>
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<title>No Way Out But In by Don Winter</title>
<description>Review by Troy SchoultzIn a bizarro world America, Don Winter would be a superstar, as would any poet of clarity, honesty, and an economy when it comes to the reins of language. But we are stuck in</description>
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<title>Two Poems by Chris Major</title>
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