December Dirge
Old Harker held the night in winter hands,
Charles Shaw
Haiku
The sky has fallen
Farrago
They said it was merely
Poem
They have torn away my smile,
Do What You Will
Do what you will, my love
In the Rain
She came in the green rain
Sported Oak
The door said no
Coming of Doris
With the scent of her smile
Not of the Now
Not of the now
A Lust Lies Heavy
A lust
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Current Issue: No. 301
