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Peter Haarys FallMatt Bollinger........................................................

TantraRavindra.............................................................................................

the_sky_bore_the_clichCurtis Evans..........................................

MazeRaghavendra Rao.............................................................................

Barn On FireJason Yoh..........................................................................

Is It Worth It?Eric Gottesseman........................................................

Dragging FeetSreshta Premnath (editor)..........................................

ClockLaura Marsh.....................................................................................

JetlagHunter Stabler................................................................................

Grammatical elements which have no precise meand which are wholly sensitive in this respect to the context in whi

That is, their movement is capableof considerable degre

depending on how they are used and wheThey are totally context sensitive and distinguished from all other const

solely by their compulsory reference to the gi

Shifters indicate the extent to which all meaning is contand the limited access to to so-called general meaning that any comm

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segmentable and isolable simultaneously in at least two func

one referentThis kind of presupposing referential index has also been called a shthe reference shifts regularly, depending on the factors of the spe

indicial symbols representing conventionally and referring existentially toI means the pers

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IIs it worth it?

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The dragging feet behind you

evening sick as sore sod, throat hung over train, folding dusty

flats into hillocks, the dry sun filtering into tinted glass, his face

across half lit, full asleep. Some stop at a dead place, concrete

gray metal coal mine iron ore place factory smoke hanging over

us, inert, the train leaded sky, open bright like ours at home,

dusty sky opening my eyes red tired blood-shod. Allergenic smoke-

shod cloud hanging over lead city caked red sky, like lead, hang-

ing f loat ing cotton steel wool l ike lead spool.

Loud steps, Atocha still sit coffee decauction coating baguetta

bites warmth, who knows how old the Ham is. The smell of feet,

walking unbrushed teeth, itchy yellowed armpits coffee coating

waited drowsy stray eyes and the rising stair walls rising that then

meet the main road

Buses outside, sunny not warm turn to stop a certain drop calm a

drowsy dead calm deafness a rubber-leggedness, sit down on a

chair and coffee coating the throatness waiting for the overnight

but i t ' s al l st i l l day.

Walking later prey smut the sidewalk crammed all books of them

yet not one is more beckoning. Red eyes asking in an unknown

language know to all only in the absence of others. Known to

none but the traveler recovered, rediscovered, lost, simulta-

neously. A shameless language inherited from the Cossacks, the

Huns even Alexander's brutal bunch. Yet not the bravado of the

masses but that of alone of the lonely of the self exiled. That of

the tourist. Look but not touch, touch but not feel, feel but

don't see. The single-mind edness, the irresponsib ility.

Wanderer prey smut. Milky eyes. Hazed wandering prying, philan-

derer, moneyless bum drifting.

Of what in crowded bathrooms late night scents raise queasiness, har-

nessed tight to backpack straps buckled waist high. The sweat embed-

ded shoulder to groin neck strain. Clammy t-shirt, muggy air, soggy

underwear. Of what the late night choking, the desperate cough,

faster, faster, the glutenous phlegm.

The equanimity of tiredness the sluggish pulling night dragging trails of

yesterday's meal the drinking and laughing, dragaging its desolate en-

trails, memory disemboweled, upended turned inside out, tick tock

ticking the other way.

No time hasn't stopped, it's turned itself around and everything is up-

side down, yesterday is neither yesterday nor tomorrow, it is

today and today hangs suspended on its way to tomorrow stopped en

route customs, no illegal border crossings, like a valve it is, smooth

one way, stalled the other. Exile, leave and don't return, exile, nei-

ther here nor there.

. . . . . the drudgery,

the single - mindedness.

White uniforms pointing this way, this way, not here. White bearded

uniforms ever preoccupied, pacing distracted glances, pointing cor-

recting, no not here that way. Keep walking the strain, the dragging

the sweat entering the disinfected, air-tight plastic cubicle, finding

myself the far left corner. Shuttled into the white square, I a corner,

the distance between us expands to fill continents. You, diagonally

across, born in France, brought up in Spain, married in France, di-

vorced in Spain. Split in two, each arm another language, legs danc-

ing the borders, you who also speaks English, smiling eyed apostate,

rat's whiskers, gray, debilitated.

Outside only restless feet. Where now, where no

bags dragging their soiled soles, warbles scutt

tremities across the floor fumbling for billets

through the wrong door, almost accidentally f

the wrong lap. Sorry, so sorry, the flustered

victims blush, a little push on the behind to

where she left off, each to her polythene box,

me which of the corners will it be, North, S

Atocha has stayed behind, large brick platforms dissolve into a smoke

screen of Autumn, black the gold-rimmed wristwatch falling away with

the click-clicking of the railway metre. Now the sway softened thick

has sunk into a dull hum. Our door is still open, yet the passing feet,

then a flash of red, passing green gaberdine's, was that, no, how could

it be, but really, could that have been...?

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Peter Haarys FallMatt Bollinger...................................................................2,5

TantraRavindra......................................................................................................3

the_sky_bore_the_clichCurtis Evans......................................................3

MazeRaghavendra Rao.........................................................................................4

Barn On FireJason Yoh.....................................................................................6

Is It Worth It?Eric Gottesseman...................................................................7Dragging FeetSreshta Premnath (editor).....................................................8

ClockLaura Marsh................................................................................................9

JetlagHunter Stabler..........................................................................................10

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