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Issue # 6 January 2012
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Charles D. Tarlton

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When the last fires will wave to me
And the silence will set out
– W. S. Merwin

Where do you go when you die? I think about the oblivion of anesthesiology, the world depicted in old snapshots, and the indifference of the trees. What does it matter?

I want to work
to make everything true
it is the lies
cause us to clutch our hearts
pounding our helpless fists

the word, "whispers"
aspirates its consonants
no "w" in sword
hard to imagine there's
no me, not from this angle