Contents

Articles/Essays

Fiction

Letters to the Editor

Poetry

Hobby Horses



What holds us together is our discourse— 
hints and asides, a whisper in the cloakroom, 
School of the Prophets held across the backyard hedge.
Stealth gives Adam-God a reviving breath, 
let Gog and Magog flex their muscle in the U.N. 



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Ireland



When did I find the music 
of another open-window autumn? 
I’ve left more vodka empties near 
the wardhouse dumpster. 



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Reviews