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

Regret to Repose

I walk calm like average Tom,
yet mine eyes have a quickness.
Pushing, peddling for food,
my lead belly pangs endless.
Spare cold spare change for cold spare bedding,
the caitiff baseman’s royal decree.
When I walked through the door,
from the house that was war,
I saw the glimmer of hope,
and the thoughts I adore.
Yet what good is freedom’s kiss?
When the survival clause is past over in mist.
We’re all tossed in,
some fresh, some withered.
Snow white youths.
God eyed sinners.
What good is freedom,
when you can’t feel your toes?
I regret to repose,
in the alley of no-one-knows.

—Justin Andrew Steepe

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