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8: Fall 2008

Stefano Giovannini
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Haiti, 2008 – A Photo Essay

A few km outside the center of Jacmel. The river flooded and wiped out buildings along the banks. These kids were chopping up a fallen tree with a machete to make charcoal, a task that would take hours.

Barbara Janusz
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Baja Rain

crack of thunder unleashed the deluge
voided with such ferocity
boomeranged from paved over
pooled into rivers of latte-coloured torrents;

Nisa Malli
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Sordino

The diving bell spider refuses to live on land.
Instead, it spins a silk bubble to breath underwater.

The window is a time-lapse lens gutting
people in the street and there is nothing in this
room but pain curetting round the curtains and a nurse

Corey Mesler
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The Poem is Over

The poem is over,
its day come and gone.
This announcement is
to comfort the reader,
the dying reader.

Karen Rigby
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Dear Reader

The mink shouldered out of its cage,
paced four meters square.
I admired the indexed spine. The guard hairs
slick. The mouth
suspect.

Carolyne Van Der Meer
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Windows

There are men in my house today
They unload glass panes and aluminum
frames, ladders, saws, crowbars and
lime-coloured insulation, some

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8 | Fall 2008

Fiction

  • Unless A Grain Of Wheat Falls  Mark Bowers
  • Hedges  Alexa Nazzaro
  • Body Noises With the Door Open  Mark Paterson
  • Loved, Stupid  William Robinson

Nonfiction

  • Street Life  Sarah Gilbert
  • Sounds of Silence  Nanette Rayman Rivera

Photography

  • Haiti, 2008 – A Photo Essay  Stefano Giovannini

Poetry

  • Baja Rain  Barbara Janusz
  • Sordino  Nisa Malli
  • The Poem is Over  Corey Mesler
  • Post-Donald  Kenneth Pobo
  • Dear Reader  Karen Rigby
  • Noiembre  D. E. Steward

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