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'Chapter 22 from Moral Quandaries of the Libertine', by Steven David Justin Sills

When the Ancient Greek philosopher Heraclitus said that no man walks through the same river twice I imagine that he meant that every minute that goes by the level of discrete molecules of this thing that we refer to as the conduit, or waterway, of a river, despite whatever arbitrary name we give to it, is different; and as his cynosure was exclusively that of the terrain of watery carbon mound, man, his real meaning was that no one is the same from one moment to the next.

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3 Poems by James Croal Jackson

She uses the vacuum she brought
in her tight gray shorts beneath her 
black-and-white splotched top Jackson-
Pollacked, but not in the way Mary 
Frances said I Jackson-Pollacked
her after our first night when she 
said I would need a better reason 
to ask any girl to come over– so, 
do you want to meet my cats? 

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'Shadow Boxes' by Vanessa Blakeslee

In the museum, Ward fumbled underneath the ticket counter and a moment later, a flashlight illuminated shadow boxes draped by black curtains and the tiny white wax faces inside. We tiptoed further; the museum was cool and musty. I felt like I was walking into a house while someone was sleeping, or trespassing on something hidden. 

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3 Poems by Colin James

     I am not going to
                    give you the satisfaction
                    of saying I'm disappointed,
                    although I find your
                    behavior LY adverb rude.

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