Issue 179
Everything was sharp about Thomas Roberts.
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Issue 178
That girl is a bundle of hot air, super-heated steam, held...
Issue 177
House creaks with every gust of wind;
Issue 176
Shadows are so admirable in film noir less so on x-rays...
Issue 175
For the white-bright sheets on Mother’s clothesline
Issue 174
Adulthood is a mask thrust upon us that never quite fits.
Issue 173
Taut and robust, her freckle-flecked flesh stands barefoot in the trickling,...
Issue 172
The voice of the Devil pretending to be God. ...
Issue 171
foot after foot stopping to evolve bare and breast- deep into...
Issue 170
The thunder machine is set like a mouse trap, coiled in...
Issue 169
I was spoiled, stuck up. I was embarrassed because I talked...
Issue 168
You cry like the devil at pain. You cry like the...
