Mar 21, 2014
Issue #1!
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Issue #1!
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Photo from Feb 28, 2014 Sixth editorial meeting, seeing it on the right paper for the first time. Stumptown Coffee, 2nd Ave., downtown. The crucial proofing stage.
Photo from Feb 23, 2014 Fifth editorial meeting. At Tribunale downtown, over pizza. Logo finalization, layout finalization.
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The final production meeting for Bridge #1 is set for tomorrow morning! Publication pending!
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THE REPRISAL
My lover has opened herself and lain thickly, suffocatingly close in the dark. Her arms spread wide over me. Waiting in the pink air, prowling through the clouds, Night makes ready to revenge herself upon me.
Her claws come crushing into the earth as she drags her body down through the storm. Lightning burns in her chest and her thunderous voice condemns me.
There is no mercy; no rain falls. The seas swell and thrash insatiably. The heat is electric.
- Asa Mathers, Issue 3, Poetry
NEUTRAL IN THE SKY
The stars hung neutral in the sky, Twinkling on the murders below. And I whispered to a girl in the gloom, Trying to make her believe in me, Whilst all the angers of the earth stalked me, Bunching like grapes in the shadows, Ready to turn me crimson, or break my heart.
- Benjamin Wolfe, Issue 3, The Metric