Volume 96, Issue 91
Friday March 21, 2003
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THE ARTS ISSUE

Adam Powers: 18th Dissonet

William O: I'll Take My Chances

Chelsey Lichtman: Untitled

Samantha Sotelo: Darkness Cover

Larissa Wasyliw: Sick of the Everyday

Brett Lavoie: The Red Glass Heart

Ryan A. Pratt: Running Like a Saint in Exile

Mike Ward: Redirection

Justin Quesnelle: I Wake this Morning in a Box

Justin Andrew Steepe: Regret to Repose

Larissa Wasyliw: Wires Crossed

Myles DeRosse: Void

K.S.: fallout

Chelsey Lichtman: Passage from a short story

Mike Ward: Seemingly Oblivious

Lori A. May: Sonnet No 3

Ryan A. Pratt: Home

William O: House of Cards

Lori A. May: If I Were a Balcony

Elizabeth Lutgendorff: Tick Tock

Ryan A. Pratt: The Last Wavebreak

Ainsley Bladon: Pale Girl

 


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THE ARTS ISSUE
2003

Untitled

If you told me your thumb
had been destroyed by a power hungry, unstoppable door,
wood thick and intricately designed to remove
your tenth marker of acceptable hands,
I would put my lips on the empty curve and exhale,
Breath filled still with get closer, get inside.

If you told me your baby toe
had hatched a graying nail, repellent and unwelcoming to you,
I would rest my head on your shin
and taunt it to make me think you were
even an ounce less (beautiful).

When you told me about the way
your past had manifested itself
an unforgiving and unforgettable path along your body,
I remained static, not wanting to make the wrongest move,
without knowing how to articulate
how much I love(d) you still.

—Chelsey Lichtman

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