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One Poem by Nicole Callihan
First Proof Everything Is Temporary

If I were face-up in the MRI machine, I’d see the cherry blossoms affixed to the ceiling. / But I’m face-down. / My arms are extended above my head. / A crane, I read this morning, can stay aloft for up to ten hours. / It barely needs to flap its wings.

One Poem by Nicole Callihan
First Proof Everything Is Temporary

If I were face-up in the MRI machine, I’d see the cherry blossoms affixed to the ceiling. / But I’m face-down. / My arms are extended above my head. / A crane, I read this morning, can stay aloft for up to ten hours. / It barely needs to flap its wings.

Four Stories by Kevin Brockmeier
Ghost Cover

The night it occurred to him he was living inside a corpse…

Droplets by Paula Mónaco Felipe
Lets Talk About Your Wall

Translated by Ellen Jones

Soliloquy by Vijay Seshadri
That was Now, This is Then

All the experts say I’m sane.
Some even say I might acquire insight someday.

Little Beast by C Pam Zhang
Zhang 3

At thirteen, I felt my body slopping. Though I sat in the middle of the nurse’s height-weight chart, though I’d memorized the textbook diagram with its cake-like cross-section of flesh (epidermis, dermis, hypodermis stippled yellow with fat), my problem went deeper than biology.

Three Poems by Stephanie Jean
Poetry Contest Blocks

Increasingly, poems reach me physically, testing my physical and emotional boundaries—looking for places they might get inside, frequencies at which I might hear, poking at sensuous dead zones.

from The Caretaker by Doon Arbus
New Caretaker Cover

The tour’s route never varies. Twice a day the caretaker of the Morgan Foundation must retrace his steps with a new eclectic band of strangers in tow.

Police Brutality Is Not the Only Honorable Way For Black People to Die by Matthew Thompson
Black Lives

I am in the shower washing off the day’s yard work. Mid-scrub I realize I missed a Black Lives Matter Cleveland rally in support of defunding the police. Relief pours over me.

From Angels & Saints by Eliot Weinberger
Angels & Saints
Four Poems by Yi Sang
Yi Cover

Yi Sang (1910–1937) was a poet and a short story writer during the Japanese occupation of Korea. Despite his brief literary career, he left behind perhaps the most influential body of work in modern Korean literature.

The Extreme and the Elemental by Beth Bachmann & Nick Flynn
ExtremeandElemental

A collaborative piece on the elements.

Parts and Labor by Halimah Marcus
Blue Bike

The first time I saw Jane I was working at the bike shop, a veritable cacophony of grease and gunk I only survived by occupying my hands. Bikes had a purpose that had nothing to do with me—every part fit together properly so my mind could remain free and unviolated. Her left knee was scrapped, with pieces of pavement lodged in the wound. The sight disrupted my hard-earned equilibrium. I tried not to look, but it was too late. I had already imagined retrieving the bits of bloody gravel from her abrasion and rolling them like candy on my tongue.

From Natural History by Carlos Fonseca
Bomb Natural History Marigold

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
Mackey Mockup

Lake Pred was no lake but a precondition, / predecessor assault that kept coming, / preterite arrest we couldn’t quit.

Ode to My Homegirls by Safia Elhillo
Ode To 3

after Matthew Olzmann

The Approach by Michael Baptist
The Approach Mockup

At the appointed time, the team members left their rooms and followed Phillip’s directions. They walked down the hallway and up the stairs to a room at the end of the corridor.

Issue #152: Forgetting Caen by Lydia Davis
Forgetting Cain Mockup

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.

Heart Beats by Nora Lange
Noral Lange Mockup

“What’s a dinner party without a bit of schadenfreude?”

Tattoo by Legna Rodríguez Iglesias
My Favorite Girlfriend Was A French Bulldog

My favorites are the ones you see, but I have a lot you don’t see unless I’m naked. And I’m not going to get naked now. I’m too embarrassed with you.

Fuu Being by Margot Ferrick
Ferrick Comic Bomb Magazine

Here I am Being! Me!

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