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from Antidepressant Anagrams: Wellbutrin (Buproprion)
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Visual/Video Editor’s Note, Issue #4
Who’s world is this? The world is yours. NAS The segregation of the vast city of Chicago is well documented and readily apparent to anyone who spends some time here. In 2011 Chicago will elect a new mayor, and as
from Antidepressant Anagrams: Zoloft (Sertaline)
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Dead Man’s Curve
There are many legends about the construction of the infrastructure in our country, the most famous of which is about that hero of tall tales, former five-star general and President of these United States of America (1953-1961), Dwight David Eisenhower,
Self Portrait as Double-Agent
—to JB The ancestors once rode atop floating barrels painted like horses. Across the Atlantic! Truly, they were straight-backed sportsmen then! Watching gypsy women clad in bloomers and blue-pink paisley scarves wrestle, clawing hands clutching chestnut hair—skin parade—fighting for the
The Dark Spot
By the fourth day, I was so hungry for alone time I snuck into the smoky basement and pulled open the pressboard panel door of the furnace room. Cobwebs caught my forehead as I reached for the light chain. I
Figure Studies: Three Poems After Salvadore Dali: Girl at the Window
I am his seashell, a souvenir pulled from the sand and placed on the sill. I keep something hidden beneath my brittle skin — it swims like silk in the half moon, it invites the hands of seaweed, it surfaces
Figure Studies: Three Poems After Salvadore Dali: City of Drawers
Honey, your fingers felt for the edge and pried open the drawers of my body — warped, soap-scented oak — to feel the lace of my underwear, to bite the buttons of my skirts. You licked my pearls; you studied
Figure Studies: Three Poems After Salvadore Dali: Specter of Sex Appeal
In the theater lobby, a mannequin with legs like chopsticks stabbing through bikini bottoms throws her head back and chokes a font of popcorn. The pinch of her stomach cooks the kernels! the manager sells to me. His hand sweats