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From Natural History by Carlos Fonseca
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It must have been during those months when an accident slightly threw off my routine. And maybe it was in those months when I finally found—though I wasn’t looking for it—a brief respite. One day I was at Giovanna’s and she read me a few lines of the subcomandante’s, poetic lines that told the story of a viceroy of India who dreams that his kingdom is destroyed.

From Natural History by Carlos Fonseca
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It must have been during those months when an accident slightly threw off my routine. And maybe it was in those months when I finally found—though I wasn’t looking for it—a brief respite. One day I was at Giovanna’s and she read me a few lines of the subcomandante’s, poetic lines that told the story of a viceroy of India who dreams that his kingdom is destroyed.

Song of the Andoumboulou: 255 by Nathaniel Mackey
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Lake Pred was no lake but a precondition, / predecessor assault that kept coming, / preterite arrest we couldn’t quit.

Issue #152: Forgetting Caen by Lydia Davis
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I have just read a diary entry from fifteen years ago, in which I wrote that I had just read some diary entries from many more years before that, written at a time when I was staying by myself in a small town near Caen, in Normandy.

Esther Spark by Anna Cox
Ikeep My Worries In My Teeth

An excerpt from I Keep My Worries in My Teeth.

An Artist’s Guide to Herbs: Wild Lettuce by Harmony Holiday
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On the cannibalization of black pain and how we free ourselves from it.

Issue #152: Michael in Light Colors by Marie-Helene Bertino
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under the sun by abrownrecluse

And in that dream I felt a warm bright light.

Textes by Shuzo Takiguchi

A snow lark hovers over the isolated Isle of the Dead A shadow on the beach is an echo of Venus who bestows upon me some ripened red fruit In this isolated moment waves produce a dream that seduces me

Pierre by Lee Relvas
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First I was Ren’s guest, a role that indicated only the short length of our acquaintance, rather than what it would become later: the strategic adherence to a balance of formality and intimacy designed to showcase only my most appealing qualities.

Telegram by Verónica Gerber Bicecci

Alphabets are limited; it’s the arrangement of letters that produces meaning.

Abridged Abyss by Justin Taylor

David Berman committed suicide, and I’m like a blackbird that has flown into a bay window and awoken in a flower box, dizzy in gardenia shade, trying to get un-stunned and back on the wing before the neighborhood cats come round.

Two Poems by Jenny Zhang
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it’s just writing on instagram: “best decision I ever made / marrying this one” / now no one is afraid to get drinks with “this one” / he’s “safe” because he married a nerd who thinks / she’s a 19th century aristocrat

Two Poems by Emily Brandt
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I like when words fail. It shows we don’t believe / we totally know. Name a plant in a forest // and you think you know it. That name / to a bird or a dog, that sound is a squawk.

The Imprecation by Kathryn Scanlan
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A short story from the collection The Dominant Animal.

from HEX by Rebecca Dinerstein Knight
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I am a woman who wakes up hungry. Tom touched only coffee till noon. You do what you’re capable of at some point, so Tom and I left each other.

Three Poems by Bruce Boone
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‘Now here’s one I like!’
Or—‘Stop me if you’ve heard this,’ but
this story’s the exception. It’s
vouched for by Science and actually
happened. You judge.

Impractical Cats by Jaakko Pallasvuo
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The cats were entering middle age and felt despair. They had come to realize that life was not a project one could complete successfully. Life was not a treat.

from Life Poem (1969) by Bob Holman
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Spring was the melted butter.

from Elementary Poetry by Andrei Monastyrski
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Elementary Poetry No. 1 is the first in a series of short artist books that the Russian poet, artist, and theorist Andrei Monastyrski (b. 1949) produced in quick succession in the spring of 1975 by drawing on typewritten pages with pen.

from Some Girls Walk Into The Country They Are From by Sawako Nakayasu

Girl C is supposed to be hard at work today but she keeps missing her stops, slipping. As the train falls out of view once again, she returns to her world of desire, instead of the world of transport and commuting and punctuality. She allows herself to float into the passenger car, and her pockets empty themselves and her clothing flies off-screen as per instructions provided one hundred years ago.

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