POETRY
Gaetana Cannavo	Suicide Manual for the Perfectionist
Holley Dottley	What You Wanted
Brenda Gerritsma	Subtleties
Nicholas Hengen	She's Going Away
Coral Hull	Zoo Wolf That Escaped During a Hurricane Led Safely Home
Dorianne Laux	The Word
Alex Stolis	Remembering Allison on her Birthday
Tasha	Bahnhof Frankfurt
PROSE
Mandy Hurley	Too Many to Name
	I started to guard the cage in fear. Afraid that while I wasn’t looking something would happen, like my little brother reaching his grubby little hand down in the cage, touching their soft flesh, the mother freaking out and eating the babies right up
M.L. Roth	The Camel Chronicles; How Smoking Saved My Life
	A battered old Ford screeched rounding our corner in darkness. Silence. The evening air settled still, heavy with Jasmine, hot, humid, and thick as cotton in your ear. The snap of a night beetle echoed like a gun shot across Pacas, the barrio badlands of Pacoima, California - a Los Angeles county suburb famous for empty dirt lots sprouting mountains of bald tires, used condoms, and Corona beer bottles.
PHOTOGRAPHY
John Running	Stacy Tso
GUEST EDITOR
	Preston Mark Stone

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