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Choose Your Weapon, Alycia Gregory
Yesterday, Traci Askew
Yesterday, Traci Askew
The Angle
In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"Yesterday you said you loved me, tonight you say you don't need me. Where did it go? Why did you stay, what made you decide to treat me this way. Did I hurt you without realizing, I search my mind's eyes looking for answers, not finding a clue. Where did our love go? Tell me what did I do?"
Untitled, Tony Volpe
Kill Not Me, Jack Livingston
Haikus (3), Karin Carr
Full Issue, No Author
Preliminary Pages, No Author
Past Ball, Erinn Harder
From Golden Morning To Deep Blue Night, Ginny Pellam
Monopoly, Betsy Lewis
Wall Street, Catherine Menarchick
Potential, Paul Eckert
Dreamer, Ken Strickland
Summer Days, Melissa Paris
Out Of Reach, Renee Locke
Haikus (3), Maryann Digravio
In Answer To "Too Cramped", Catherine Menarchick
The King, Rachel Due
The King, Rachel Due
The Angle
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"'Meow,' I say as I patiently wait for my owner to change the litter box. Ah, what a life! I have to do nothing. I can simply lay around and play and eat and sleep if that's what I chose to do. What could be better? Wait, I think I hear her coming, my owner that is. She is a nice enough person."
Peace, Ken Strickland
Dreams, Daniela Scarpa
Preliminary Pages, No Author
Reluctant Brother, Emilio Lopez
Reluctant Brother, Emilio Lopez
The Angle
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"'Straight up the road,' moaned the old Haitian from the porch of his tree-covered house."
Untitled, Kelly Callahan
Will They?, Katie Mcnamara
All Things Pretty, Betsy Lewis
Explorer, Jeanne Moose
Lazy, Crazy Wind, Jeremy Kimball
Chirp Galactica, Sabrina K. Beach
Chirp Galactica, Sabrina K. Beach
The Angle
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"I'm alive ...
chirp!
I opened my eyes in the painful silvery pre-dawn of this forsaken world where I had landed and checked out my surroundings. The rough, arid, dark brown terrain appeared to be something from a sci-fi B-movie. It went on forever, stopping only at the horizon with nothing except a few bumps, crinkles, folds, and valleys. I looked at the mighty ship which had once carried my crew and myself through thousands of galaxies and had visited countless planets throughout the vast solar system."
Threads Of A Perceived Notion, No Author
Promises, Jeanne Moose