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Cover
Table of Contents
Editor's Notes
Donations
Submission Guidelines
Website

Stories & Essays
Balance
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By Alison Baumy
Contemporary Cultural Differences...
_ By Ninni Siurua
Eclipsed Yesterdays
_ By Clyde Windjammer
Healthy Guy
_ By David J. LeMaster
Immortalis Letum
_ By Sophie Davis
Last Call For Salvation
_ By Angela P. Markham
My Fault
_ By Ro Thorton
Pacific Northwest
_ By Aaron Hellem
Q-Q Ca Choo
_ By Billy Pilgrim
The Best Laid Plans
_ By John A. Ward
The Ecstasy of Cooking
_ By Sam Nolting
The Girl With the Green Umbrella
_ By J.R. Earlebeck
The Gods of Houston
_ By Rebekah Frumkin

Poetry
Athena's Owl
_ By Amberly Mason
But I Have Never Known This
_ By Kaleen Love
Clouds On Your Floor
_ By Savannah Bobo
Crowded Lobby
_ By M. Blair Spiva
Ever After
_ By Bennie Johnson
Important Questions
_ By P.T. Bell
Migration
_ By Sarah Wassberg
Moon Goddess
_ By Kristina Diane Smith
Oldest Profession
_ By Ashley Polker
On Visiting Hay-on-Wye
_ By M. Blair Spiva
Sodom and Gomorrah
_ By Jessica Fannin
Wal-Mart
_ By P.T. Bell

Art & Photography
Jeremy Harker
_ Paintings
Douglas C. Knight
_ Photography
Jed Knox
_ Paintings and Drawings
May Ann Licudine
_ Paintings
Danny Malboeuf
_ Paintings
Alex Stanbury
_ Photography

But I Have Never Known This
By Kaleen Love


Amado mio, love me forever,
Je t’aime, j’adore, I love you with a craving love
and you dance in my vision to burn yourself bright
in my memories, tripping and tumbling through my
thoughts and filling me with shivers of want.
What is this love like craziness? This love
like a sickness we might try to deny by closing our eyes
and counting to ten. But I could count to one million,
forever ticking fingers, and it would not change the way
you leave me hungry, eating red grapes, salted brie,
white wine with fresh greens and tortellini in an attempt to
fill a space that is shaped for you, shaped by you, trembling
between my ears as if you were plucking a cello
and it hummed to your alto, your liquid growl.
What is this love like intoxication? I am drunk on
you, your fire, your eyes, your insides and your
thousand secret sighs. There can be no understanding -
amour is only the certainty of insanity,
of consuming, of worship
(mais je ne le connais jamais).

 


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KALEEN LOVE is a PhD student in the UK studying gender policies in Indonesia, where she spent her childhood and learned to love spicy food. A competitive amateur boxer and Junior Dean of an Oxford College, she enjoys reading novels, drinking espresso, and laughing with close friends.