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Khashayar Mohammadi

rummage in the bright bag of whats forth. then grab four wet frogs. cant

Lawrence Bridges

The recent claw print in the butter appeared because the night rain sent us relief and found something ...

Maia Brown-Jackson

Five Photographs

Madeleine Penman

A few years ago, my chest fell apart. Inside me, my diaphragm poked out over my stomach. Doctors called it a hiatal ...

At Café Commerce

Two women—glossed and ageless— perch at the bar like rare birds, their laughter sharp, feathered with history...

Indran Amirthanayagam

I am learning to live again In the romantic sense, to eat sardins from a tin and bread and yogurt ...

Feral by Gabriela Jáuregui

While some of us hid like seeds in the winter, above ground, cloth, flags, garments, vestments were torn apart. We ...

Jo Anne Engelbert

Fallen angels by Esteban Moore

Drunk on alcohol and despair Dylan Thomas shatters the night with his howling Vallejo coughs in a Paris rooming ...

Swallowed a Glass Piano Again and Again and Again and Again

Glass: supreme refinement. Brittleness, fragility. To be made of glass is to be precious, in between ...

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