I yearn for every past minuteof your joy — Henry McClure, "Pandaemonium" I think of whiskey and pipe smokesoaked walls and ink stained skinyour fingerprints can be foundin every draft that leaves my hands.. — Sebastian Richard, "Elegy of a Writer" Keep him the body of a manspirit only in his handsempty-eyed, making betswith the night. — Dia Torres, "Salt House" Read the online issue here. Jay said that it was for the best, that Tess and Darcy didn’t understand what it meant to be family. — Victor Simon, "Model Homes" As my eyes flutter shut and my voice, brittle and broken, is lost among misplaced ambitions. — Fiona Okumu, "Ambition" But they don’t only shine at each other. They also shine at usKnowing that peopleCan shine back too. — Jennifer Ackley, "What are Stars?"