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orlan or what/sideshow lizards & lions

by dylan krieger orlan or what   little lamb electrified by elective procedures jigsaw muzzle mosaic nymph myth venus europa mona lisa who is your face today? kept wide awake…

Prayer for What I Do Not Want

by Amorak huey I do not want to write a poem about a tyrant. A tyrant is not a poem. Is not a form of a poem. Is not syllable count…

The Life Cycle of a Peach Tree

by christopher m. drew 1. Dormancy The doctor thinks that I’m shrinking. I step off the scales and perch on the edge of the bed as he scratches his pencil…

FIRST GIRL/FINAL GIRL

BY PAOLA FERRANTE On Friday the 13th I could have been Sandra Dier, lips gashed up like Marilyn's in six shades of red technicolor, waiting for the knife, close up on…

THE SKIN I’M IN

BY RENOIR GAITHER The moon moves in the lining of your skin ~Pablo Neruda The skin I’m in warmed Ticonderoga #2 pencils, cragged the geysers Of measles, and saddled platters…

TASMANIAN TIGER / RENOVATION

BY SARA RYAN TASMANIAN TIGER when the odds are 1 in 1.6 trillion, prove them wrong. flash your stripes in kaleidoscope patterns of disbelief. kill all the sheep in the…

DISCHORD NO. 15 / DISCHORD NO. 60 / REVELATION 073

BY BETH GILSTRAP AND JIM WARNER Dischord No. 15 You ride four hours to Appalachia in the back of a Volkswagen Scirocco with his bumper in your lap. Empty, the…

Abstracted

by Alison Leigh Lilly It's embarrassing how much I love each one of them. For instance, take the girl in college who wanted to be a priest and said you can't…

Kitty Genovese Names Her Fourteen Wounds

by Jennifer Martelli The first shouldered the new moon sky. The second was a single blue oculus on the tail of a fearful peacock. Here was the last wound that could…

FAT BOY / “WHY WOULD YOU WANT A DRIED HAND?”

BY TODD DILLARD   FAT BOY The body is a treasure map which is why my nails carve exes across mine. Dig here, remove this, search for the beauty buried…

WE ALL HAVE TO COME HOME SOMEDAY / OF COURSE IT’S ABOUT RACE

BY DANTE DOUGLAS WE ALL HAVE TO COME HOME SOMEDAY I learned I was black the same way that I learned I was depressed less like a discovery at all…

The Marks of Aegis

by julian k. jarboe The first nice thing I ever did to my body was tear it open. Before then, my standard cruelty to myself was taking things in that…


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