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January, 1996
local_library Poetry
Every Stupid Job I’ve Ever Had
by Erin Bealmear
Issue No. 2 ~ January, 1996
Love
by Erin Bealmear
Issue No. 2 ~ January, 1996
Neon Blue
by Rod C. Stryker
Issue No. 2 ~ January, 1996
Who Will You Please
by Charles Rogers
Issue No. 2 ~ January, 1996
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Internet Juliet
by Michael Chretien
Issue No. 2 ~ January, 1996
There must be 100 electromagnetic soul mates I feel like writingabout, yet there is only 1 cyberspace lover I trust, Smashing YoungRomeo. I once imagined “Love” as merely mythical, then Smashing YoungRomeo taught me its true meaning through his electromagnetic anima.Before he promised to love …
Music, moody food, of us that trade in love.
by Michael Chretien
Issue No. 2 ~ January, 1996
(Shakespeare) After numerous attempts to reunite “The Beatles,” Paul finallyscreamed, “HELL YES CYBERSPACE ORPHEUS!” I had charmed them intoperforming a private gig with the late John Lennon. Leading them into myparapsycho-sanctum, I physically transformed into the personification ofLennon’s karma. Drawing the black curtains closed, I …
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Under Time
by Aaron Warren
Issue No. 2 ~ January, 1996
We gathered under the willow, just like always, and Billy broke out the cards. “So, ah, what it’ll be amigos?” He said, shuffling with his smooth-skinned hands. “Hey, Chiefy, d~ju bring the firewater?” Mikey asked me. Chiefy, that’s what they called me. It wasn’t my …
Sunday Morning Cartoons
by Jay Marvin
Issue No. 2 ~ January, 1996
Sunday morning cartoons on the TV beer cans in the baby’s crib the smell of her all over the apartment I woke up sprawled on the carpet the back of my neck wet by my own vomit a sour mixture of bile, beer, and …
Happy X-Mas
by Shelly Jacobs
Issue No. 2 ~ January, 1996
Rachel Wispe jigged her short, plump body along to the radio as she decorated the Christmas turkey. She’d made a pledge to herself that after the festive season she would loose a few pounds and buy herself the slinky dress she’d seen in the stores. …
Strong Hands
by Bruce Bair
Issue No. 2 ~ January, 1996
When he awoke, his hands were numb. “Alma,” he said, “my hands are asleep.” He said it with some alarm, but she just grunted. “You must of slept on ’em.” Somewhat hypochondriacally, he wondered if the numbness were a sign of muscular dystrophy, or some …