Fall 2001, issue 8, what we were promised
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2nd place: Catherine Conlan
3rd place: Francine Witte


This is issue number Eight, Fall 2001.

A jagged scar starts on the side of her neck where a right-handed person would naturally begin
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One night my father drank so much bourbon that he turned into a skeleton.
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No getting away from the world, at least for now: even on the good days it's wash and backwash, a humus of cigarette
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The Red Arrow
- Catherine Conlan

Haiku for the Japanese
- Shaun Gant

Deep Sea Angler
- Lisette Alonso

Work
- Jeffrey Morgan

The Sky Has Fallen and The Night Has Broke
- W. Joe Hoppe

A line of alternating ones & zeros
- John Burgess

Apothecary
- Rebecca Loudon

Leg
- Philip Dacey

Skeleton
- Scott Mignola

The Pancake Principle
- Martha Clarkson

Attempt
- Mitzi Miles-Kubota

Near Sandia Peak
- Anthony Russell White

Hilda
- Laura Bieber

Now That You?re Older
- Karen Stromberg

I Shall Make An Ark
- T. E. Ballard

On Realizing The Sun Is Just a Star
- Francine Witte

In Darkness it Flashes
- David Filer

Overall Light
- Francine Witte

Aerialist
- Mark Yakich

Potential
- Lisa Gluskin

Talisman
- Jane Rice

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She wanted angels In her life, with prayers Like the soft movement Of birds,
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A couple of truckers' yawns from Albuquerque a sign promises: "Falling Rocks May Exist."
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you begin to understand the dead? how they leave their clothes in your closet:
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