My dreams come as rabbits and sometimes they talk. by Deborah McMillion 2 January 2010
Shell of my worm-soul has been cast by Sally Child 3 January 2010
masking siblings in redundant prose by Graeme McGrath 3 January 2010
a bronze angel with carbon dreadlocks by Elizabeth Loxley 4 January 2010
i don t know where i go by Ceci prado 4 January 2010
I could see the road appeared wide and narrow. by mark leighton 4 January 2010
I am a living fosil with earings on my jewish-nose by valery oisteanu 4 January 2010
Buying extra grit with my slush fund by John Davison 5 January 2010
Every morning, the monkeys steal my fruit. by James Bucanek 5 January 2010
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