LOS T AND F 0 U N D TI " ES No. 19, May 1986 S3 Al Ackerman S. Gustav Hagglund John Adams wf. heineman Ivan ArgUelles Bob Heman Vittore Baroni Crag Hill C. Mehrl Bennett G. Huth John Bennett Charles L. Johnson John M. Bennett Snow White Jung William E. Bennett M. Kettner Bliss Blood Mark Laba Ernest Noyes Brookings John Wingo long John Buckner Alexander Martin Paula Claire Patrick McKinnon Robin Crozier Mike Murphy jwcurry Nico Hal J. Daniel III B. Z. Niditch William Virgil Davis Bern Porter Michael Dec Jerry Ratch Greg Evason H. Michael Sanders Charles Henri Ford Andrew Savage Joachim Frank Reepak Shakya Loss Pequeno Glazier Bill Shields Jim Grabill Stacey Sollfrey David Greenberger Paul Weinman Andrew J. Grossman Irving Weiss Jake Berry Vittore Baroni Cover by Vittore Baroni Thanks to David Greenberger and the DUPLEX PLANET for the Brookings poem and the spit interview. Thanks to The Harl Vincent Memorial Foundation for a grant helping to make this issue possible. DENTAL PROTECTION Apologies to jwcurry and Mark Laba whose poems in this issue should have been in the last issue Women wrap their mouths around men like pogo sticks but were left out by the Editor whose head was to feel what a vibration is like full of spit. from the inside in John M. Bennett, Editor stretching their protection around their mouths forming the curve of a plastic sealer that reminds them that smiling is their only way of knowing something is pulling their lips (SHIRKING) from the inside out letting the top lip act as the external ~ that pushes the whole face With the support of into the plastic the Ohio Arts Council C1C making sure the curve is too narrow for them to widen their eyes into Subscription: $10 for 5 numbers. so the only things they can see Back issues: nos. 1-10, complete, $15. is whatever their top lip nos. 11-15, complete, $15. talks them into dribbling around no. 16, $3. no. 17/18, $5. LUNA BISONT£ PRODS, 137 Leland Ave., Columbus, Ohio 43214 Stacey SolIfrey o 1986 John M. Bennett. All rights revert to authors and artists upon publication. 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Bollotson blows bubbles before bands, blaring bugles incense escapes the nunnery and telephones precautionary bringing bug-eyed boys bicycling by, bronzed benchpressers boasting lumber to th~ prettified midway. sibling oranges are bulging biceps, barely being beaten by binational (Bulgarian, Byelorussian) spruced' up and inscribed with gushy overshoes. the sprouts behemoths begotten by bigbreasted blondes. Behind bronze barriers, brokers imagine overt impieties'and forked penises. sanitary rubrics bet big bucks, buoyed by broadreaching bonuses backing beneficiaries invade their sanctuary scheming pressure and impetuous benumbed by benzedrine, bald borscht-belt bigwigs barfing blood beneath flippers. there is the flinging and the nipping and the brokendown bridges -- blatant bluffs, blunt brushstrokes, botched volatile warbling of the watchful gallows. none of it bourgeois brouhaha. Broadside? Barely. But beware: Blindly battling launders the lama like the ladle of precious hatred. the brutes bound'by built-in bullheadness brings bruises, brawny boxers inferno glares for both the profane and the parochial. bashing brains. Better breed booklovers browsing boulevard bookshops, better bind blarney before bones break. But books basically brew boredom, only the soapy passerby jingles with illumination. barring breathtaking blasts blending blitzkrieg, baroque bazookas, boycotting banality, bestowing bounties.