Heaven in search of Hopper – Michael O’Brien

Two hundred bodies fill the hierarchy and semantics of wildlife. Wobbling and jostling, craning our necks. The sickly tone of patriotism washes over the sallow birches. Woosh, whistle, etc. Flapping in the woods I fight a checkerboard. The same shirt from somebody else’s 1979. We take etchings, w/ charcoal and paper, from random trees and […]

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부산 or Busan, South Korea – Perry Davis

  October 4 2017 2:00 pm I watch the wave crash into a boy. His legs flipping over the water and his body resurfacing. Smiling. Bracing his shoulders for another. Fighting undertow. The ocean. Curling to try again. I don’t know who the hero in this story is. I just want to wake up in […]

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Two Poems – Jackson Dickert

Scene From the Psychiatric Ward Ending With an Admission “To fear love is to fear life, and those whose fear life are already three parts dead.” – Anton Chekhov There was this woman at The hospital who looked at lot Like my grandma. She wasn’t In my ward but I could see her Pacing back […]

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Made of Glass – Vanessa Maki

  i live in a constant state of fragility one wrong move could break me in half   yet i live and breath destruction inhale/no exhale/inhale/no exhale i mingle with it it throws rationality out the window i let it wrap its arms around me like a lover let it lick along my jaw then […]

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Thinking About WW3 Behind the Dumpster at Work – Blake Middleton and Alex Otte

You’re at work. You work in a restaurant. You’re an idiot and you work in a restaurant. You’re a food-runner because food-running is for idiots, and you’re an idiot. You’ve worked in the same idiot-restaurant for five years because you’re a fucking idiot. You pick up a plate of meatloaf. The meatloaf doesn’t look okay […]

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The Figuration of Miss Hook – Troy James Weaver

  I saw a woman with no arms, no legs, and no hair, he says, barely even had a face. She drinks in breaths of air, cools her fevered temples with a tepid rag, listening. It was something, he says. She was at the gas station with a kid, maybe twelve years old, who was […]

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Learning + Two Poems – Nathan Dragon

Learning He thought about this kid in a class, when he was young, always picking his nose. How, even then, he wished the kid wouldn’t so he could like him. It started him thinking hard; he remembered when he was in kindergarten and could draw goldfish even though they are orange and not gold until […]

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Six Poems – Mike Andrelczyk

Tropical motel bedspread   We are two bodies pulsing Like woozy clouds in an electrical storm   In the jaguar black night Of the burnt-out rainforest   The smoke detector lights a cigarette And so does the door with its useless chain   This bedspread sounds like a parrot With yellow eyes   Outside a […]

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Four Poems – Ashley Miranda

the hermit has doll hands seams on her albino body ruddy vines crawling up her skin the hermit has perky breasts and clouded vision her tattered cloak slips past her bare shoulders hips to her ball jointed sockets hip pockets to keep                        your sallow […]

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No Water In Dryland – Stephanie Valente

  You first encounter it in the summer. It’s Brooklyn where things are pretentious and artsy and you don’t think it can happen, but it does. It’s always a surprise.   You don’t remember exactly what happened. Alcohol was there. It’s always the chaperone on your time together. Why would it leave? He pays for […]

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