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  • A Window – Bernard Capinpin

    The fact is the window. There are as much windows as there are people viewing them, windows that open to the city. When we travelled to the city, you only saw its…
  • Animals That Own Animal – Manahil Bandukwala

    amalgamation of rabbit’s ears    kangaroo tail      sip cabernet instead of sauvignon          deer wear hunting arrows   like jewellery hide the hide     stay behind the trees the clock that stands in…
  • what can I offer in space for a name? – Ari Vargas

    i.                         ii.         iii.           iv. your ritual of return. stirring hips on…
  • Everything But – Lauren Bender

    You and I were so much a part of the dark, we needed a substitute for sight, and we found   one. We crept like spiders through the shadow of something else,…
  • The Ganges at My Window – Jayant Kashyap

    India, August 2018   At an end of it, a dome — people here make a god of anything.   And by the river an almost-town, its name Godcountry. I learn eating…
  • Moloch upon Awakening – Michele Sharpe

                - - Moloch is the Biblical name of the Canaanite god of child sacrifice I’m old, but gods don’t die. Our time is not your time. We sleep for your millennia,…
  • Vitreous Humor – Nancy Devine

    Whatever memory resists must be broken down by caustic goo that uses its serrated, alkaline teeth before consuming veneer.   Whatever finish remains must be sanded, prodded, urged away with a scraper,…
  • The Beauty of Stark Things – Jo Angela Edwins

    A celebration of the plain or the natural, however full of emptiness a thing might be.   The rusted hinge gone green, marsh reeds bleached blond in winter, the grayed feather and…
  • Spillway of Sand – Amee Nassrene Broumand

    I August winds promise love.   Crowns become midnight then amber, then snow.   The love never arrives.     II A railroad haunts the living room.   Three steps closer &…
  • Natural History – Chloe Martinez

    They’ve been dead for decades, since long before I was born. My mother saw them on school trips: two white wolves   caught mid-leap, suspended in eternal blue twilight, endless arctic summer.…