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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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The Abandoned Playground
By Richard MacAleese


Across the asphalt parking lot,
A rusty swing cringes and moans.
The chain rattles just loud enough
For its soft clink to reach my ears,
But no one rides it anymore.

The monkey bars are behind it,
Now dipping almost to the ground;
I remember outgrowing them.
I don't think there's anyone left
Who could hang from them anymore.

On the hill, the tornado slide
Waits for the winds to take it home,
Back to the lively tornados.
It could collapse from restlessness,
So no one slides it anymore.

There was never anything great
Or special about that playground,
Except that I used to use it.
The rain is falling like steel tears;
Nobody plays there anymore.

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RICHARD MACALEESE is a student of the Ohio State University. At an early age he acquired avid interests in religion, philosophy, mythology, legend, and writing, which together have produced a wide variety of abstract fictions. These interests have since produced over a hundred such writings--the fruits and foils of a compulsive habit.

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