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Two Poems by Stephanie Ellis Schlaifer
Paul Cornoyer  The Plaza After Rain

All monuments commemorate the same / falsehood The gilt is genuine and we feel it right / at the surface of our discontent / Anger like so many lustrous mounts softens / in the rain  And stallions and generals must periodically be / re-gilded      recommitted to    as if / as an abiding law of man / Though    if we are honest    it is the law that fails us / along with what we can abide 

Issue #145: Mr. Vladimir Putin’s Photo with Women by Deb Sokolow
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An embarrassing incident at the Kremlin (from 2015? was it 2016?): in which women invited to an International Woman’s Day photo with Mr. Vladimir Putin arrive in high heels, much to the fear of Mr. Putin’s staff who are there to witness several tall women towering over the Russian Federation president.

Four Poems by Friederike Mayröcker
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on up the mirroring woodpath that is mirroring from / the glaring lake to the right as towards us 1 beautiful wanderer / and over the roots of the mighty trees I strayed / while the clanging sun that is the high midday light / dusted through the vaulted treetops that time in Altaussee

Entries from the Imagined Bestiary 50 Beasts to Break Your Heart by GennaRose Nethercott
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Yunes were human once. / They nursed babies and baked bread and made love beneath the shade of the willow tree. / Then they were drowned in the bog on the edge of town. / The marshlands kept them flawless. / Their skin tanned tight as a drum skin, sealing their spirits inside like caged dogs.

My Favorite Regular by Devon Marinac
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Devon Marinac is a visual artist whose practice includes painting, drawing, collage, and zine making, often in combination. Devon was born in British Columbia, raised in Mississauga, and currently resides in Toronto. 

My Feeling’s Pyramidal by Julian Talamantez Brolaski

for a fee I guess / my sovereign entity / muckrake / frowning sun and yet it is a storyteller

Three Poems from Heck Land: The Resorted Text by Annelyse Gelman

These poems are excerpted from Annelyse Gelman’s Heck Land: The Resorted Text, a lyrical reworking of the definitive edition of William S. Burroughs’s seminal anti-novel Naked Lunch: The Restored Text. There are twenty-five in all—one for each chapter of Naked Lunch—each a scalpeled, reappropriated cut-up tape-mounted to projector transparency, then photographed recto and verso, along with dust, fingerprints, squashed bugs, and other process artifacts.

Stories from The Conservation of Mass by Ronaldo V. Wilson

Under a boat are a pod of Orcas, but before they are under a boat they are breaching some distance away from The White Boys in their small rowboat. 

Yesterday’s Papers, an excerpt from Poso Wells by Gabriela Alemán

He came in search of clues for an article about the disappearances that happened months before he arrived. 

Beach Read by Oscar Cuevas
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We lived in the constrictive belt of bible-thumpers, but I always wanted my life to unfurl like a beach read, the kind of life that conjures a certain ephemeral pleasure, baked between sand and sun, crashing waves far enough away so their fatal danger only registers as ambiance.

The Trees of Sawtooth Park by Ben Marcus
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Dr. Nelson wanted me to feel something. In the palm of his hand was a pale yellow mound of powder. 

One Poem by Shinkichi Takahashi
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With severed gills and heads, the sea bream—lives spent / in a lacquered wooden bowl, waiting / on the sullied hands of men—in example / of The Resurrection of Christ, wake from death.

How I Pump 1000 mL of Milk a Day by Eliza Robertson
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He used a specific verb, which I forgot to write down: screw With the bottles screwed into your breasts… It all started with screwing, what does he make of that.

Three Poems by Rodney Terich Leonard
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Unseasonably exposed to fuchsia, / I left that Southern town / knotted  to why-what / secrecy. # Like my / first time on a Ferris wheel.

Two Poems by Anna Morrison
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If you can’t stand the first person, / get out of the kitchen. / Similar but escalating sleights of hand: / he wants to eat both the girl and the food in her basket. / She is past specialness, / doubling the likelihood.  In such young women, / traumas curl / till Christmas ribbon. The greatest predictor of red / is oxygen.

Portfolio: Tuning by Torkwase Dyson
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These drawings are from a series of 210 on view at the Graham Foundation in Chicago as part of Torkwase Dyson and the Wynter-Wells School through July 28, 2018. 

Dr. Nakamura by Barry Yourgrau
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I get a part in a movie. I act every once in a while, small bits in small films whenever I know the producer or the director. This time it’s the director.       

Four Poems by Maggie Nelson
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I planned to write a book about / the color blue. Now I’m suddenly surrounded / by green, green gagging me / pleasurably, green holding onto my hips / from behind, digging into / the cleft, the cleft // that can be made.

First Impressions by Tom Comitta
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This piece consists entirely of first sentences from 268 short stories published in The New Yorker over the past 20 years, from 1997 to 2017.

Visual Poems by Jeffrey Grunthaner
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A print project glitched by digital media.

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