Volume 11, October 2014

Christopher KlingbeilView Contributor’s Note


eventually the reproductive rate of windows turning to mirrors replicates. everyone’s story about how they came to the book of records ends with a cabin in the canyon box. beside the river, I’ve named every imaginable chameleon that’s flotsam’ed by. been stung any number of times. founded an athenaeum in the memory of myself and looked to each appropriate article within it when pronunciation resembled the movements of myself. names of family trees escaped as the weather pressed on through. or, eventually: all I have to write on is the memory of myself where occasionally you enter