Oct/Nov 2000

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My Best Friend
The front door kept opening and closing. It was driving me crazy. Chris was doing it. I could hear him walking back and forth. What the hell was he doing? In and out. Open and close.
Israel H. Soliz

What Rosa Failed to Tell the Police
He would get fussed at nothing, which made his blood pressure go up, and she did overeat because she had no diabetes, at least, and food was one of the few pleasures left an old woman. She did not tell the doctor or the police about any of that.
Sydney Harth

A Hill Called Bringer of Luck
you touched the omphallus of my heart and the current was sufficient to set the wheels pinging a new beginning merely by placing your hand on that slim volume the waters rushing apart and we begin to step out on real ground
Richard Denner


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