Poems appear by authors' permission and constitute copyrighted material.
The editor takes no responsibility for the fate of this document, nor does he claim ownership to any of the contents herein. Many of the poems appearing in this issue were collected and forwarded to me by zita marie evensen while I was away in Michigan. Troth Nothing that you loved could make me hate you. Nothing you believed could shake my trust. Nothing that you are could push me from you very far.