POETRY
Melissa R. Benham	For Gala-Salvador Dali
Alison Daniel	My Dear
Stacy M. Floyd	Midnight Without You
C.R. Garza	The Ghost of My Right Arm
H L Johanson	Heart on the Table
Christopher Neenan	Throwing Stones in Cork
Shann Palmer	The Nature of Belief
Anthony Seidman	Conduit of Rain
Barry Spacks	Addict of Losses
Kim Welliver	Detritus
PROSE
Marck L. Beggs	The National Endowment for the Arts: A Parable
	Long ago, by the light of a dim, smoking torch, a caveman stood scratching the likeness of a saber-toothed tiger into the wall of his dreary, moldy cave. This was a special caveman, whose images went beyond the stick-figures of his peers; this man, named Enkidu, rendered three-dimensional drawings that suggested the movements and strength of the big cat as well.
Jason Gurley	What Albert Held
	The room was the only thing that reminded him of what used to be: the paint on the walls peeling away in onion-skin slices, stiff and angry; the dated décor that pulled him back through the years to his favorite period; the slow ticking of the alarm clock on the night stand.
Norman Lock	The Object of our Hatred
	He had gone to Vienna to study the language of dreams, he said. And crossing the Ligurian Sea on his return to Africa, he had fallen in love with a woman whose parasol he now kept in his tent because he was devoted to the delicate curve of its handle, its pale-green skirt.
PHOTOGRAPHY
Mary Rodriguez	Mothers
GUEST EDITOR
	Mary Beth Magin

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