Editor's Note Vol 3: Iss 2

When I think of the contributions in this issue, the thought that comes to mind is reflection. The written pieces tell stories of life moving forward and stories reflecting on life past; stories of pain and suffering and of letting go of too much too soon; the reflection of the life of a beloved parent, an addict, and those contemplating retirement—even a story of the serendipity of the unexpected desire for a shot of tequila.

The visual art pieces highlight the hands of a surgeon, the hands of an athlete, and the "hands" of an eagle; a shoulder series, and an inviting autumn day.

—Max McMillen, ELS

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Poetry, Volume 3; Issue 2

He is a slave to the yearning
that has become his life.
Hard cords wind up his arm,
toxic tributaries running 
to the river through his heart.  
The arm is bruised 
and scarred by overuse, 
a strip-mined landscape
on a mountainside.

Bits of his life erode
and fall apart until the end.
Lying on a bathroom floor,
syringe still clutched 
in a blue hand,
long sleeves of the
turtleneck rolled up, 
revealing the stigmata
of the sacrificial lamb.

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