POETRY
Melissa Benham	If you want me
Jennifer Clarvoe	Lining
Peter Douglas	Rodin's Stare
Jerry Dreesen	On Reading "The Shipping News"
Richard Fein	The Park Ranger
Connie Kemila	Swan Song
nicoLe sativa kurlish	Death by Divination
Stellasue Lee	Children in Praise of ...
Mark Melton	Three Fragments of Mortality
Jennifer Poteet	Bermuda
Dan Sicoli	my regina
PROSE
Rosanne Dingli	Cadaver and Embryo
	She insists, though, on doing things she thinks will please me, like pouring hot coffee into my blue cup. Her scratchings and small movements are all there is of her now.
Joshua Mohr	sunday with blue : sick with recklessness
	Felisha and I went out for a drink last Thursday.  I asked her out the day before, but she had German class.  I say, "Speak a little German to me, fraulein?"      "Ich heisse Felisha.  Es tut mir leid."      "So what does it mean?"      "They mean ‘my name is Felisha’ and ‘I’m sorry.’  My teacher says they’re the most important things to learn how to say."
M.L. Roth	The Screamer; After a Portrait by Munch
	When in doubt, sayeth the experts, slash, dismember, amputate syllables like felling trees in a rain forest. Edit with blood in your teeth. No such animal as the sacred word. A small thing, but it's these trivial bits which transform a writer into an artist. To succeed, the ability to witness the death of one's best ideas must come easily.
PHOTOGRAPHY
Sharon Shahan	Calyx Mouth

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