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Lucid:  Dream For
by Candy Shue

"Remember—I'm not paying to listen to your dreams, you're paying me." Her voice is stringent, but sensuous, a honey-lemon cough drop. "Is that my only option?" I ask, hoping to get on her sliding scale. "Nope," she says cheerfully. "I could teach you to listen to your own dreams. But that will take a while—what do you say?" After centuries of leeches and lobotomies, alchemy and the hangman's noose, we were getting somewhere!

{Con't.}

Dream Girl
by Sean Slaney
Dream Girl by Sean Slaney

Empathetic Plant Alchemy by Saya Woolfalk
Empathetic Plant Alchemy
by Saya Woolfalk

Solitary Time
by Invisible Days
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Egosynthesis
by Jai Lennard
Egosynthesis, by Jai Lennard
When You're Lonely
by Soda Shop
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New Zealand Flax
    Paper
by Anne Beck
 
 
 

Recipes:
Cold Weather Yen
by Ashley Suzan Beck
and Eric Wines
Sigism(u)ondo among West Bushwick-town
(building five)
by Eric Bland

O and the holy man says, and the holy man says:

It is too soon to tell, y'all. It is too soon to tell.

La-de-LA-la. La-de-LA-la-la.

So spoken by one Thomas Rudolpho Jones,

Il miglior fabbro, director of the waste management bureau,

Recently appointed after a thorough search by the Executive Committee,

From below me, promoted above me...

{Con't.}

Miniature Paintings
by Hiba Schahbaz
Miniature Paintings by Hiba Schahbaz

Mud Balls; Emerging Pod by Matthew Ronay
Mud Balls; Emerging Pod
by Matthew Ronay

Cycles
by Jon Eric Riis
Cycles, by Jon Eric Riis

Guide; Or, A Man in a White Linen Suit Speaks     the Following
by Cara Marsh Sheffler

PART III: But write it, I did. And once my guide was written and once The Emigrants' Guide to Oregon and California was sold, it was time to return West, late in the summer of 1845. This second crossing of the Continent was of an entirely different sort of character than the first.

{Con't.}

~WITH~

Infinite Progress; Fantasies and Loops for    Solo Violin
by Luke Cissell
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At dawn, get to your fields, and one day they'll be full. - Hesiod
Einstein's Cross by Dorothea Rockburne

Thanatos and Eros
by Ben Gunsberg

From my window I watch boys with guns

close in around my neighbor's son,

who is out of ammunition.

 

The tulips have a front row seat

and in the upper deck a circling hawk carves

a noose into onion-skinned noon.

 

The boy's game circles too—a loop of shooting

falling and rising to shoot and fall again.

At thirty-eight, my warrior-self funneled

{Con't.}
Spirits in the Material World
by Go-Ray & Duke
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Brief Candle
by Nels Hanson

What's under your packet? May I take a peek?

He runs a juice plant in Tipton now, but Cory

 

stayed in Little Rock. The Fi after Semper is

slang for Latin, "Fidelis," two words joined for

 

"always faithful."

{Con't.}

Danmark Lounger
by Greg Laird
Danmark Lounger by Greg Laird

Paintings
by Eamon Ore-Giron
Paintings by Eamon Ore-Giron
The Battle of
the Sexes
by Phil Shaw
Continental Drift, by Kit Warren

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