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issue eight :: November/December 2018

Allison Chisholm :: Four poems Janelle Cordero :: Four poems Ian Martin :: Five poems Hugh Behm-Steinberg :: From an end is the towards to Elizabeth Robinson :: Six poems Randy Prunty :: Two poems Mike Ferguson :: Three poems

Hugh Behm-Steinberg :: From an end is the towards to

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