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Cover
Table of Contents
Editor's Notes
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Submission Guidelines
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Stories & Essays
Copy Machine Repair Guy
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By D.E. Fredd
Corrupted Youth
_ By Kurt Kirchmeier
Dragon's Breath
_ By Lionel Cheng
Even the Damned Deserve to Love
_ By Anna Cortez
Gifts
_ By Jocelyn Johnson
House of Cards
_ By Steven J. Dines
In Doubt
_ By Stephanie Thoma
Lipstick
_ By Michelle Baron
Old Biddy
_ By Claire Nixon
Quinceañera
_ By Hester Young
The Fiddler and the Faerie
_ By Samantha Rae
When Barky Smiles
_ By S.E. Diamond

Poetry
2 A.M. Window Shopping
_ By Chris McGuffin
Alison
_ By Harriet O. Leach
Cloudy New Year's Morning
_ By Richard Fein
Not Easy
_ By Samantha Ogust
On Hearing Li-Young Lee Read His Poetry
_ By Foster Dickson
Prelude and Coda
_ By Richard Fein
Rainy Night Meditation
_ By Harriet O. Leach
Retreat
_ By Richard MacAleese
Silage Team--Machete Thirst
_ By Leland Jamieson
Starlight
_ By Richard MacAleese
Stolen Phone
_ By Jorge Jameson
The Abandoned Playground
_ By Richard MacAleese
Thought Provoking Baked Crescent
_ By Chris McGuffin

Art & Photography
Daniel Bravo
_ Paintings
Tove Hedengren
_ Photography
Peter Huettenrauch
_ Photography
E. Hunting
_ Drawings and Digital Art
Robin McQuay
_ Drawings
Iris Onica
_ Paintings
Pete Revonkorpi
_ Digital Art
Roy Wangsa
_ Photography

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Rainy Night Meditation
By Harriet O. Leach


Tonight, a black wet night
a cat black as black printer ink
sauntered--didn’t it mind getting wet?
in front of my car, and though
we have black cats at home, all three of which
cross my path a dozen times a day, and I don’t
suffer daily from conspicuous bad luck--
despite this the thought crossed in front
of my mind--Oh my,
A BLACK CAT CROSSED MY PATH.
And though when my ice hockey coach
back in college commanded us to skate
from blue line to blue line ten times
if we were superstitious, and I didn’t,
because I honestly thought I was not,
it still seemed to me OH MY, this sleek
black cat who almost stopped in the middle
of the road, who looked up into my
headlights as if to say: NOTICE ME--
this cat signified more than just
near miss, but after all what are superstitions
but bad clichés?
So I told myself: a wet black cat
will bring me seven years of
excellent luck, from love to happiness
to fame to megabucks.
For what could be wrong with a
black wet night in May
when we’ve been badly needing rain,
and the fact that the weird guy next door
is shouting at his teen-aged kids,
just means I’ll have to turn my music up.

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