Say hello to my little friend. I am a bad parent. i abandoned it on an escalator. i fed it dishwasher tablets. i let it watch scarface. i raised it in california. maybe you would like to adopt it. My humble thanks to michael at bedouin books. If you do live in a cave, gourd, or tepee, perhaps you should contact me and we could combine resources.

March issue is up! March 11, 2012. 8230;the Loft at Musica in Hudson.

Is an electronic literary journal of accessible poetry and discourse comprised of exuberant and often brutal critiques of the self, its conditions and surroundings. Originally developed as the curriculum of an interdisciplinary learning contract in literary theory, the journal acquired its initial reputation publishing literary realism by authors emerging through Web 2. 0 platforms and the new literary e-zeitgeist. Articles appearing in The Commonline Journal.

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