the devil made the dinosaur bones

I talked for a long time about how I was going to do a little magazine, or a zine, or something like that. I started writing these poems in August of 2009, while drinking Tim Horton's coffee in the Calgary International Airport after a wedding, and stopped fighting with them around a month ago.

At this rate, it will be a while before I figure out what the hell I'm trying to say.

— BPB (June, 2010)

Also available: The PDF version of the first issue from June, 2010.

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