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Smog City Blues: Part I by Jose Cordova

Ray was dreaming of black specks darting through a blue plane The specks shook and moved gently, rhythmically. It was a long time since he had seen anything like it. It felt good. The light of the sun had not

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Smog City Blues: Part I by Jose Cordova

Ray was dreaming of black specks darting through a blue plane The specks shook and moved gently, rhythmically. It was a long time since he had seen anything like it. It felt good. The light of the sun had not

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Work Poems by Raquel Gutiérrez

  What is dissent for? In prose, the exposition of weakness goes Unappreciated.   Here, a white woman less woman calls big woman more woman the wrong name the evaluative in her mind tumbles out. multi-tasking is sabotage; take me

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Work Poems by Raquel Gutiérrez

  What is dissent for? In prose, the exposition of weakness goes Unappreciated.   Here, a white woman less woman calls big woman more woman the wrong name the evaluative in her mind tumbles out. multi-tasking is sabotage; take me

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Ice Cream by Katherine Agard

A woman I once loved now lives in Copenhagen. I imagine her there, happy and dressed in furs I know she would never own. This is my image of the north: one knows precisely how to keep oneself fine and

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Ice Cream by Katherine Agard

A woman I once loved now lives in Copenhagen. I imagine her there, happy and dressed in furs I know she would never own. This is my image of the north: one knows precisely how to keep oneself fine and

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Infinite Mirror by Matias Viegener

They are our spooky friends, the drones.  You think they’re coming but they’re already here.  You know that movie Poltergeist? Back then they still needed to come through our TV sets.   Now they’re much smarter.  There might be one under

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Infinite Mirror by Matias Viegener

They are our spooky friends, the drones.  You think they’re coming but they’re already here.  You know that movie Poltergeist? Back then they still needed to come through our TV sets.   Now they’re much smarter.  There might be one under

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Crunchy Eggs excerpt by Félix Solano Vargas

Raquel Gutiérrez is re-seizing the means of intellectual production in the rich tradition of the chapbook. Her press, Econo Textual Objects, defines itself as an “experimentation within economic means for writers pursuing aesthetic adventures grounded in working class realities.” Crunchy

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Crunchy Eggs excerpt by Félix Solano Vargas

Raquel Gutiérrez is re-seizing the means of intellectual production in the rich tradition of the chapbook. Her press, Econo Textual Objects, defines itself as an “experimentation within economic means for writers pursuing aesthetic adventures grounded in working class realities.” Crunchy

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On Nature by Martin Eiermann

The map I used to teach myself map-reading had been around for more than a decade when I found it in the glove compartment of my parents’ car. It was the type of map that was sold en masse in

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On Nature by Martin Eiermann

The map I used to teach myself map-reading had been around for more than a decade when I found it in the glove compartment of my parents’ car. It was the type of map that was sold en masse in

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Poems by Phoebe Wang

The Cloud People The planners leaned over the lip of the clouds and estimated the land’s jutting elevations. From their perch, they cast recommendations like horoscopes, predicting fresh horizons. Chimney stacks materialized mid-air, spewing smoke like bilious dragons. Heron-headed construction

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Poems by Phoebe Wang

The Cloud People The planners leaned over the lip of the clouds and estimated the land’s jutting elevations. From their perch, they cast recommendations like horoscopes, predicting fresh horizons. Chimney stacks materialized mid-air, spewing smoke like bilious dragons. Heron-headed construction

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A Map to the Next World by Adrienne Rosenberg

1 There they were, pouring out of the earth like fire ants, ready to settle and organize and multiply and eventually ready to consume. The emergence, as the Pueblo people call it, was difficult. The hole into the world was

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A Map to the Next World by Adrienne Rosenberg

1 There they were, pouring out of the earth like fire ants, ready to settle and organize and multiply and eventually ready to consume. The emergence, as the Pueblo people call it, was difficult. The hole into the world was

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“¿Qué es esa cosa Installation Art?” by Óscar Diaz

           Mi mamí me preguntó “¿Qué es esa cosa Installation Art?” I put the book down and walked with her around our casita. Guadelupe, Jesús and various Santos atop entrance ways watching over us as we move

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“¿Qué es esa cosa Installation Art?” by Óscar Diaz

           Mi mamí me preguntó “¿Qué es esa cosa Installation Art?” I put the book down and walked with her around our casita. Guadelupe, Jesús and various Santos atop entrance ways watching over us as we move

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WHATEVER DON’T KILL YOU JUST MAKES YOU SOMBER by Local Honey

WHATEVER DON’T KILL YOU JUST MAKES YOU SOMBER *~prologue~* ((i’m not going to avoid clichés)) but just approach them with sincerity and the heart that i most often wear on my sleeve i didn’t choose to live in a society

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WHATEVER DON’T KILL YOU JUST MAKES YOU SOMBER by Local Honey

WHATEVER DON’T KILL YOU JUST MAKES YOU SOMBER *~prologue~* ((i’m not going to avoid clichés)) but just approach them with sincerity and the heart that i most often wear on my sleeve i didn’t choose to live in a society

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Trees by Anonymous

Sep 16, 12:14PM Hey man. I’m back stateside. Let me know what you’re looking for and I’ll put my feelers out. Hope things have picked up for you Nope. more drama an bulshit then u could imagine. If u got

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Trees by Anonymous

Sep 16, 12:14PM Hey man. I’m back stateside. Let me know what you’re looking for and I’ll put my feelers out. Hope things have picked up for you Nope. more drama an bulshit then u could imagine. If u got

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Why Queers Love Astrology by Christopher J. Lee

The queer reluctance to disclose intrinsic natures is a well-theorized subject in cultural criticism, epitomized in David Halperin’s note on the definitional bounds of queerness: “an identity without essence.” Yet enter a room full of queers, and one comes to

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Why Queers Love Astrology by Christopher J. Lee

The queer reluctance to disclose intrinsic natures is a well-theorized subject in cultural criticism, epitomized in David Halperin’s note on the definitional bounds of queerness: “an identity without essence.” Yet enter a room full of queers, and one comes to

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Sore by Saehee Cho

I was inside of death before I had been born.  My mother had been dead for three minutes when I was loosed from a gash under her navel. My father preferred to not talk about my birth at all but

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Sore by Saehee Cho

I was inside of death before I had been born.  My mother had been dead for three minutes when I was loosed from a gash under her navel. My father preferred to not talk about my birth at all but

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Knowing is Not Naming by Xiaowei Wang

  We never spoke about the end of empires, but when it happened, we had not seen each other for years. Somehow it escaped our taxonomy of the world, in between the causally symmetric balances and the notes you kept in

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Knowing is Not Naming by Xiaowei Wang

  We never spoke about the end of empires, but when it happened, we had not seen each other for years. Somehow it escaped our taxonomy of the world, in between the causally symmetric balances and the notes you kept in

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Excerpt from Pink Trumpet and the Purple Prose by Nikki Darling

Secret Agent Lover Dandelion Whine Lester Cough Syrup Jazz Solo Glamorous Life Love Baby doll baby. Baby doll baby. I look at your pictures and bite my lip. I selfie all this love in your direction. I take little steps

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Excerpt from Pink Trumpet and the Purple Prose by Nikki Darling

Secret Agent Lover Dandelion Whine Lester Cough Syrup Jazz Solo Glamorous Life Love Baby doll baby. Baby doll baby. I look at your pictures and bite my lip. I selfie all this love in your direction. I take little steps

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Surrender by Marcus Civin

Paper accumulates. Among other things, I am a teacher, an art teacher—I get notes and I make notes. I started gluing some of my papers together, making my papers into stuck-together paper chunks, bricks of paper, stuck-together piles, thick clumpy

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Surrender by Marcus Civin

Paper accumulates. Among other things, I am a teacher, an art teacher—I get notes and I make notes. I started gluing some of my papers together, making my papers into stuck-together paper chunks, bricks of paper, stuck-together piles, thick clumpy

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Some Random Ruminations on Value by Yvonne Rainer

Poster_Download.jpg   Recently I heard a dancer friend say, “I had no idea back then that what I was doing was important!”  How did she find out? (How did I know, “back then”, that what she was doing was important?)

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Some Random Ruminations on Value by Yvonne Rainer

Poster_Download.jpg   Recently I heard a dancer friend say, “I had no idea back then that what I was doing was important!”  How did she find out? (How did I know, “back then”, that what she was doing was important?)

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Breaking Up With Los Angeles by Raquel Gutiérrez

Three poems from the forthcoming self-released chapbook Breaking Up With Los Angeles, available in February 2014, read more here.  #9 for José E. Muñoz His mouth full of pita chips and baba ghannouj making the exotic mundane belonged to him and he

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Breaking Up With Los Angeles by Raquel Gutiérrez

Three poems from the forthcoming self-released chapbook Breaking Up With Los Angeles, available in February 2014, read more here.  #9 for José E. Muñoz His mouth full of pita chips and baba ghannouj making the exotic mundane belonged to him and he

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Alien vs. Predator by Nikki Darling

For Ann and Sammie    Yellow, yellow flower, and flower of industry, tough spikey ugly flower, flower nonetheless, with the form of great yellow Rose in your brain! This is the flower of the World. –  Ginsey the Great You

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Alien vs. Predator by Nikki Darling

For Ann and Sammie    Yellow, yellow flower, and flower of industry, tough spikey ugly flower, flower nonetheless, with the form of great yellow Rose in your brain! This is the flower of the World. –  Ginsey the Great You

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46 Food-Porn by Tracy Jeanne Rosenthal with Posters by Alexis Disselkoen

  Meat by Alexis Disselkoen, meat_download.jpeg   46 Food-Porn by Tracy Jeanne Rosenthal   1 Rule #34: If it exists, there is porn of it. 2 The world of pornography is mythological and hyperbolic. It doesn’t and will never exist, but it

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46 Food-Porn by Tracy Jeanne Rosenthal with Posters by Alexis Disselkoen

  Meat by Alexis Disselkoen, meat_download.jpeg   46 Food-Porn by Tracy Jeanne Rosenthal   1 Rule #34: If it exists, there is porn of it. 2 The world of pornography is mythological and hyperbolic. It doesn’t and will never exist, but it

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Trying to Write About Beyoncé by Paul Pescador

  Paul Pescador, September 1, Photograph   I sit here struggling to write about her. I’m 30. I’m too old for this. Fan worship. Nor am I being merely ironic. I ask a friend, “What do I have to say

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Trying to Write About Beyoncé by Paul Pescador

  Paul Pescador, September 1, Photograph   I sit here struggling to write about her. I’m 30. I’m too old for this. Fan worship. Nor am I being merely ironic. I ask a friend, “What do I have to say

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Choosing Your Words by Cora Currier

I recently got an anachronistic message from the early 2000s internet: a chain email asking me to send an inspirational quote along to the previous recipients, copy 20 others on my response, and in a day’s time, I’d receive from

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Choosing Your Words by Cora Currier

I recently got an anachronistic message from the early 2000s internet: a chain email asking me to send an inspirational quote along to the previous recipients, copy 20 others on my response, and in a day’s time, I’d receive from

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Re-mix of Love Dog by Masha Tupitsyn by Rebekah Weikel

      Love Dog was commissioned by Penny-Ante in 2011. At this time, Masha Tupitsyn had only penned a handful of entries for her Tumblr, “Love Dog.” The aim for the book project was to experiment with digital time

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Re-mix of Love Dog by Masha Tupitsyn by Rebekah Weikel

      Love Dog was commissioned by Penny-Ante in 2011. At this time, Masha Tupitsyn had only penned a handful of entries for her Tumblr, “Love Dog.” The aim for the book project was to experiment with digital time

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On Black Love by Iman James

There is one definition of love that I currently accept. Love is when an individual commits to and works toward the thriving of another. Furthermore, that individual seeks to better herself not only for her own sake, but also for

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On Black Love by Iman James

There is one definition of love that I currently accept. Love is when an individual commits to and works toward the thriving of another. Furthermore, that individual seeks to better herself not only for her own sake, but also for

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Four Texts by Brent Armendinger

THE SCREEN You have never seen so many flags. Together, they seem to erase the sun – over and over people say how blue the morning, as if the color itself were suspect. A fortress of cloth – it walls

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Four Texts by Brent Armendinger

THE SCREEN You have never seen so many flags. Together, they seem to erase the sun – over and over people say how blue the morning, as if the color itself were suspect. A fortress of cloth – it walls

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Look (To Allan Sekula) by Marcus Civin

Look  To Allan Sekula [1951-2013]   Film still, The Forgotten Space (2010), an film essay by Allan Sekula and Noël Burch A long ship could be a small thing, a gewgaw, if it goes away, if it wisps out.   Ship ship

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Look (To Allan Sekula) by Marcus Civin

Look  To Allan Sekula [1951-2013]   Film still, The Forgotten Space (2010), an film essay by Allan Sekula and Noël Burch A long ship could be a small thing, a gewgaw, if it goes away, if it wisps out.   Ship ship

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Providence by Marcus Civin

I have to go down to the basement, where the light is wrong. Or is there really even any light? And you don’t have to answer this question… the cost. And no one answers the phone. They’re good, but those

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Providence by Marcus Civin

I have to go down to the basement, where the light is wrong. Or is there really even any light? And you don’t have to answer this question… the cost. And no one answers the phone. They’re good, but those

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Sixteen Scores for Resistance by Samantha Cohen

  1. Resist Sense of Scale Go on a hike somewhere unpopular.  Avoid looking at the horizon. You can see green green green rolling and rolling, deep green fur swallowing tiny homes, okay. Maybe you can see your home, even,

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Sixteen Scores for Resistance by Samantha Cohen

  1. Resist Sense of Scale Go on a hike somewhere unpopular.  Avoid looking at the horizon. You can see green green green rolling and rolling, deep green fur swallowing tiny homes, okay. Maybe you can see your home, even,

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Vanity Fair by RL Goldberg

Jin’s walk-in closet is maybe as big as my bedroom. We sit on the floor, Indian style, and try on her shoes. They are organized by color, lined up on the shelves. She picks a pair of brown ones and

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Vanity Fair by RL Goldberg

Jin’s walk-in closet is maybe as big as my bedroom. We sit on the floor, Indian style, and try on her shoes. They are organized by color, lined up on the shelves. She picks a pair of brown ones and

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Reframing Self-Indulgence: Representations of The Millennial Artist by Kellie Lanham

“Why don’t you just tell them you’re an artist. You just need to tell them once and for all that you are an artist. […] Tell them you’ll get Tuberculosis in a garret if you have to. Tell them it’s

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Reframing Self-Indulgence: Representations of The Millennial Artist by Kellie Lanham

“Why don’t you just tell them you’re an artist. You just need to tell them once and for all that you are an artist. […] Tell them you’ll get Tuberculosis in a garret if you have to. Tell them it’s

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Paintings by Suzanne Wright + A Vital Collapse in the Meaning of Holes by Katie Brewer Ball

A VITAL COLLAPSE IN THE MEANING OF HOLES By Katie Brewer Ball Getting lost is simultaneously thrilling and terrifying. New paths open while others are lost as the landscape of the journey changes. Holes are paths that carry us through

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Paintings by Suzanne Wright + A Vital Collapse in the Meaning of Holes by Katie Brewer Ball

A VITAL COLLAPSE IN THE MEANING OF HOLES By Katie Brewer Ball Getting lost is simultaneously thrilling and terrifying. New paths open while others are lost as the landscape of the journey changes. Holes are paths that carry us through

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Three Stories of Shame, plus Aimless Shameful Musings by Samantha Cohen

I’ve written other scores, messy and strange performance instructions, for other issues of RECAPS, and Martabel asked me to write scores for pride, for this pride issue.  But I don’t know how to write scores for pride. It’s an emotion

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Three Stories of Shame, plus Aimless Shameful Musings by Samantha Cohen

I’ve written other scores, messy and strange performance instructions, for other issues of RECAPS, and Martabel asked me to write scores for pride, for this pride issue.  But I don’t know how to write scores for pride. It’s an emotion

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Pillow Talk by Saehee Cho

one. A barely sagged face, the bud of fatigue. And also beauty, clean and silver skinned, a cut. two. She can admit with ease that she is a believer in signs, in the quantifiable impossibility of coincidence. She can admit

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Pillow Talk by Saehee Cho

one. A barely sagged face, the bud of fatigue. And also beauty, clean and silver skinned, a cut. two. She can admit with ease that she is a believer in signs, in the quantifiable impossibility of coincidence. She can admit

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Abandonment (from Correspondence with Babak Ghazi) by Beatrice Schulz

On Wed, Mar 28, 2012 at 12:41 AM, Be A Trice <trixie.loftschulz@gmail.com> wrote: Yes, a certain amount of abandonment is necessary, but if my immediate reaction is one of indifference then I end the kiss before I have had time

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Abandonment (from Correspondence with Babak Ghazi) by Beatrice Schulz

On Wed, Mar 28, 2012 at 12:41 AM, Be A Trice <trixie.loftschulz@gmail.com> wrote: Yes, a certain amount of abandonment is necessary, but if my immediate reaction is one of indifference then I end the kiss before I have had time

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12 Years Ago by Maya Gurantz

With profound relief I dragged my bag up concrete steps and opened the door to a sublet in Burbank.  The California setting sun and soft purple twilight air turned the shabby little joint into a Joni Mitchell song, from the wood-paneled

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12 Years Ago by Maya Gurantz

With profound relief I dragged my bag up concrete steps and opened the door to a sublet in Burbank.  The California setting sun and soft purple twilight air turned the shabby little joint into a Joni Mitchell song, from the wood-paneled

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“Autobiography or Self” & “Biography and Self” by Charlotte Lieberman

  Autobiography or Self-Portrait After Gertrude Stein’s The Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas It was this time, it was now. It was only this time this short time after some other this time that Picasso painted did paint this portrait

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“Autobiography or Self” & “Biography and Self” by Charlotte Lieberman

  Autobiography or Self-Portrait After Gertrude Stein’s The Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas It was this time, it was now. It was only this time this short time after some other this time that Picasso painted did paint this portrait

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Beginnings (Clothes, Letters, Sky, Sound) by Marcus Civin

Dreams are not terrible enough. Reality can be far worse. Dreams end. You always wake up from dreams. Heavy-hyper-breathing couriers carried missives that sit now, stocking the wooden, nailed-together mail cubby at home. I had imagined that the worst part

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Beginnings (Clothes, Letters, Sky, Sound) by Marcus Civin

Dreams are not terrible enough. Reality can be far worse. Dreams end. You always wake up from dreams. Heavy-hyper-breathing couriers carried missives that sit now, stocking the wooden, nailed-together mail cubby at home. I had imagined that the worst part

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Fourteen Scores for Rebirth by Samantha Cohen

    1.Put on a pastel silk slip or a clean white sheath. Wear an eye mask and cover yourself in white down comforters and sheets. If you don’t have these things, announce that this is for an art project

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Fourteen Scores for Rebirth by Samantha Cohen

    1.Put on a pastel silk slip or a clean white sheath. Wear an eye mask and cover yourself in white down comforters and sheets. If you don’t have these things, announce that this is for an art project

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Poems by Charlotte Lieberman with photos by Alexandra Pacheco Garcia

Bedroom Scene Looking through this window, here the street is desolate.   Also accompanied by a certain warmth that is different   than a certain desire for relief, cold, as in this sky continuing   to be something I might

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Poems by Charlotte Lieberman with photos by Alexandra Pacheco Garcia

Bedroom Scene Looking through this window, here the street is desolate.   Also accompanied by a certain warmth that is different   than a certain desire for relief, cold, as in this sky continuing   to be something I might

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Cadaver poems by Nadia Gaber

untitled  But for you. three pale strips of flesh trimmed, square draped delicately across the bridge of your nose like dough set aside as lattice or clay, for teacup handles each kept from crawling back to offer shade by one pearl-ended hat pin

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Cadaver poems by Nadia Gaber

untitled  But for you. three pale strips of flesh trimmed, square draped delicately across the bridge of your nose like dough set aside as lattice or clay, for teacup handles each kept from crawling back to offer shade by one pearl-ended hat pin

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From Shaylanna’s Sketchbook, courtesy of Black & Pink

A little bit about me. I’m 27 years old and I’m from the Upper Westside (Grand and Garden) in Buffalo,  New York. I was born in Savannah, GA (directly South). When I was forced into smuggling drugs, I lived all over

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From Shaylanna’s Sketchbook, courtesy of Black & Pink

A little bit about me. I’m 27 years old and I’m from the Upper Westside (Grand and Garden) in Buffalo,  New York. I was born in Savannah, GA (directly South). When I was forced into smuggling drugs, I lived all over

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Sarina (in three parts) by Iman James

  Sarina, download   I. Mia was running late; she was supposed to be at the park to meet some friends for a Sunday picnic ten minutes ago. Surely, all would be fine on this lazy Sunday afternoon, as time

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Sarina (in three parts) by Iman James

  Sarina, download   I. Mia was running late; she was supposed to be at the park to meet some friends for a Sunday picnic ten minutes ago. Surely, all would be fine on this lazy Sunday afternoon, as time

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CICELY BETWEEN MY KNEES by RL Goldberg

  CICELY BETWEEN MY KNEES Cicely and I have been best friends since college. We were pretty much inseparable when we met at the campus dining hall. We were both waiting in line at the vegetable bar. When we graduated

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CICELY BETWEEN MY KNEES by RL Goldberg

  CICELY BETWEEN MY KNEES Cicely and I have been best friends since college. We were pretty much inseparable when we met at the campus dining hall. We were both waiting in line at the vegetable bar. When we graduated

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How An Oyster Makes His Shell, by RL Goldberg

  When I asked how she got a splinter up there, she said she tripped on a tree stump while she was looking for a place to get stoned, but the truth was, it was a broomstick, and she didn’t

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How An Oyster Makes His Shell, by RL Goldberg

  When I asked how she got a splinter up there, she said she tripped on a tree stump while she was looking for a place to get stoned, but the truth was, it was a broomstick, and she didn’t

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Saint Valentine

by Christopher Johnson-Roberson   His body shattered by stones or other acts known only to God. A lily stem aslant in a glass jar, its petals fallen off, all fragrance gone from them, only the stamen sticking out, its anthers

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Saint Valentine

by Christopher Johnson-Roberson   His body shattered by stones or other acts known only to God. A lily stem aslant in a glass jar, its petals fallen off, all fragrance gone from them, only the stamen sticking out, its anthers

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