Chapters Twenty-Three through Twenty-Five of sLAsH by Bill Berry
Mieke's Ladder: Gabriel Ricard reviews the book and interviews author A. R. Lamb
Unlikely's Musical Year-End Review
Five Photographs by Peter Schwartz
Six Digital Paintings by Jeff Crouch and Diana Magallón
:the game: by Nicklaus Liow
The Printable Version of Anonymous Gun by Kurtice Kucheman
Sam Vaknin on the role of central banks in banking crises
Is There Such a Thing As Society?: by Aseem Shrivastava
Robert Weitzel on Focus on the Family's description of Obama
Elisha Porat remembers starting out as a poet
Jonathan Penton compares Hannibal to Tom Bradley's Lemur
Poems in Amsterdam by Louise Landes Levi
Beside the Grave Hole where We Laughed in the Sand: Poetry by Goitsione Mogomotsi Mokou
Two Poems by Anthony Liccione
Two Poems by Nathaniel Ogle
Three Poems by Lyn Lifshin
Three Poems by J. D. Nelson
Three Poems by David McLean
Two Poems by P. A. Levy
Rabbit Stew: Fiction by Rainbow, Jonathan Simonoff, and Dirk van Nouhuys
The Burial Case: Fiction by Peter Schwartz
Prune Hands: Fiction by Sally Weigel
An Evening with Somatotax: Fiction by Ryan Undeen
An Excerpt from Love Spell by Marie Kazalia

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Six sat in the mirror looking at himself. "I'm going to kill myself," he whispered to his reflection. He grabbed at his face and pulled it. The skin mushed around in his grip. He yanked at his cheeks. His waif-like body was emaciated from too much living. He never ate, hardly showered, and never went out of the house without make-up. He looked down at his body and pronounced, "The container of myself is not myself—this flesh." On the sink in front of him was a knife. There was a knock at the door.

"Yo, dood! What's up?" Skin asked.

Six paused. He waited. He looked deeper into the mirror. The PCP had caused his eyes to grow large. He looked deeper. Another pound at the door followed by another shout, "Dood! Yo! What's up?" Six grabbed the knife from the sink and placed the end of the switchblade next to his stomach. Six pushed the button of the switchblade and heard the pop. He felt the blade sear his flesh. Behind him the door opened. Six screamed.