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Book of the Dead Woman, by Mary Alexandra Agner (7/20/09): Poetry.; I'd eat your inconsistencies / and read the songs of my entrails.
Hill and Pail, by Mary Alexandra Agner (9/29/08): Poetry.; She drags his body down, away from town, / to bury with the others, flattened grass / running wrong way against my scalp. /
So Many Lullabies, by Mary Alexandra Agner (3/17/08): Poetry.; I'm not the type of man / who needs a son,
Children of Breath, by Mary Alexandra Agner (10/1/07): Poetry.; There are no children of my blood / because I have failed under the eye / of history to make a family
Be True, by Mary Alexandra Agner (2/26/07): Poetry.; Your devotion to mathematics and the three laws / of robotics prohibit romance and biology.
Sleeping Beauty, by Mary Alexandra Agner (11/13/06): Poetry.; Poor planning lets fate devour the happy story here-and-now.
A Magpie's Hoard, by Maral Agnerian (9/11/06): Art.; I simply find the human form beautiful, especially the female, and I love lush textures, rich colours, and fine details, so I try to impart all those things into everything I create.
Sweets, by Mary Alexandra Agner (2/20/06): Poetry.; must we smile, must we thank her / even though she never gives us sweets?
Adero's Wheel, by Mary Alexandra Agner (12/1/03): Poetry.; This far from Earth, the stars don't line up / in what they call "familiar patterns". There's weather / enough to sit and watch the clouds turn over / our heads, revealing night.
The Birdcatcher, by Erika Peterson, illustration by Maral Agnerian (10/6/03): Fiction.; A sudden wind blew a little swirl of birds around his feet. They rose to his knees and then his hips in a whirlwind gust, a dense flock springing up out of nowhere. More birds appeared on his outstretched hand, and when they flew away, his hand was gone.
Mr Hyde's Daughter, by Mary Alexandra Agner (9/16/02): Poetry.; . . . watches her fingers shrink / back to human size, her knuckle hair disappear, / leaving only the smooth, ivory skin / so coveted by gentlewomen.

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