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Defunct: Compass Rose: The Distance Between A Map And The Planet by Tovah Burstein

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Issue 8 - Spring 2014. Maps are evidence of our love for the earth. They capture a likeness of this, the only life-sustaining planet we know. Cartographers fill their charts with rivers pouring through huddled mountains, then clawed up by interstates and by-ways. They are beautiful, but few are exact replicas of what they purport to represent. A map shows more about how the map-maker feels rather than what is actually in the place itself. What do the maps look like in New Zealand? Before the printing pre...

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Defunct: Short Treatise on Those Animals Which Wear Clothes and Those Which Do Not by Kathryn Nuernberger

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Issue 8 - Spring 2014. Hitty Pitty within the wall, Hitty Pitty without the wall. If you touch Hitty Pitty, Hitty Pitty will bite you. Nutkin taunts Old Brown, the owl in shadow, for no apparent reason, except a squirrel cannot stand subservience, except an owl is death and a squirrel is not. Because I liked him so much for riddling the unflappable owl day after day, I begged him, Nutkin, please, tuck your tail under your knees. The only squirrels I had known were dead beside the road. Some grown-up expe...

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Defunct: The Silent Butler by Melissa Matthewson

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Issue 8 - Spring 2014. Did they talk about me? Proceed to Next Essay.

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Defunct: Issue 8

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Issue 8 - Spring 2014. We were not expecting, or wanting, babies. We were not are not ready, not for such gaping need, .". What I Hold Dear. Moving between landscapes and interior spaces, a journey unfolds through the.". I saw words as handed-down things, like heart disease and bad teeth. .". Of the Too Many to Count. Short Treatise on Those Animals. The World Book of Knowledge. We're so thrilled with this latest issue, and hope you will be, as well. Our Editor Talks Shop Over At. For Ander Monson's 2011...

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Defunct: Archives

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We Still Like Ike. Volume III, Issue II. In With the Old (Haunts), Out With the New. Volume III, Issue I. Sort Of Like How the Name Ethel is Getting Popular Again. Volume II, Issue II. So Out of Style It's in Again. Ask About Our Senior Discount. Volume II, Issue I. What's Nostalgia Got To Do With It? People Pay Good Money For This Sort Of Thing. Volume I, Issue II. What's Nostalgia Got To Do With It? Mementoes From The Trash Bin Of History. Volume I, Issue I.

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Defunct: Of the Too Many to Count by Jannett Matusiak

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Issue 8 - Spring 2014. Thoughts like this come and go, and never for any good reason. Were unknown vocabulary. Few hurts preceded us so we loved the freshest versions of ourselves. At the wake, his brother told me the autopsy revealed Ted had a heart of an 80 year old man. I thought, that sounds about right: when you give so much from the heart, it gets worn-out. Of the Too Many to Count. Proceed to Next Essay.

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Defunct: Intervention by Sarah Menkedick

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Issue 8 - Spring 2014. He took the photo of her during a photography workshop in his village when he was fifteen, she thirteen. He said,. Move your eyes slowly, left to right. Don’t do this, he said. I screamed at him about the conversation we’d had, on a night when we were first getting to know each other. I’d lain my head on his lap and we’d talked about past lovers. He’d told me things:. Is it the girl in the photo? Proceed to Next Essay.

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Defunct: Masthead

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Masthead — Who's at the top of the crowsnest. GRAPHIC and WEBSITE DESIGN.

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Defunct: Wanting by Molly Beer

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Issue 8 - Spring 2014. The boy in purple moon boots thumps up to the gate howling. For hello. My boyfriend mother to an orphan boy who knows no men avoids my eye. We came to this. To Ecuador, to teach English: I want; you want; the boy wants; we all want. S babies. We come although neither the stench nor the drifting ash of sadness like. From Tungurahua, the nearby volcano named for a throat, will wash off in a cold rooftop shower. Which do you love best? I do not mean to want. But I cannot want the babi...