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Falling Crows by Beth Piatote
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The boy who is coming home with part of himself missing is the man’s nephew. The man, Silas, receives the news and hangs up the phone, numb. He wants a drink. He doesn’t want a drink. He wants time to move backward.

Two Poems by Xandria Phillips
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we consummated our marriage / on a bed littered with sour faces / of dead presidents, liberated livestock / sweating through the dollars.

Teresa by Paulina Flores
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She was coming out of the library when she saw him. Their paths had crossed a couple of times before. Three, to be exact. More or less under the same circumstances. He was riding an orange bicycle, and a little girl was standing behind him on the pannier rack.

Nearly Any Two Things Can Cohere by Asiya Wadud

The condition of most of our lives is that of continuous flight, in some manner or form—flight from faulty logic, from place of birth to the place we alight, from situations that no longer serve us, from political precarity—flight, as in rupture.

As Donna by Divya Victor

This is a story of? / a woman lying on her? / a back?—aback—with her? / a face hidden and a?

From Scorpionic Sun by Mohammed Khaïr-Eddine

I disrupt the concupiscence of tube worms / where your snowy owl eye consults among white crusts / the venom of my gymnodactyl eye / which bribes the slag of trilobites

Bosun by Paul Yoon

During his twelve years in New York City, Bosun, who went by Bo, got into some bad business with an import-export company in Queens. It turned out the company was dealing in stolen goods, and Bo, who drove a truck for them, was eventually caught one winter on the bridge between Manhattan and New Jersey.

From Harbart by Nabarun Bhattacharya

“Let him sleep. He’ll be alright if he sleeps.”

Harlem Is Hijaz Is Havana Is Harar, Or: The Whole Point of the Black Arts Movement Is That They Were Moving by Momtaza Mehri

Poets really think they’re doing the most with the least …

Counterpoint and Apocrypha by Raphael Rubinstein

Her concerts, broadcast the first Thursday of each month at 9:30 PM Cairo time, brought life to a stop throughout the Arab world.

An Hourglass Experiences Ego Death by Kyung Me & Harry Gould Harvey IV
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A collaboratively drawn comic.

Issue # 149: just a note; artist to artist by ruby onyinyechi amanze & Wura-Natasha Ogunji
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Two Poems by ​ Eleni Sikelianos​​
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Issue #149 Fiction Contest Winner: Sanssouci by Alexandra Gauss
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Winner of BOMB’s 2019 Fiction Contest, selected by Renee Gladman.

Two Poems by Sarah Jean Grimm
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The house was quiet and the world / Greased my palm / The air outside a weighted blanket / Scarab shells rising with the pitch of their hiss / In the shadow of a bodacious oak / I thought of a famous actor

Two Stories by Diane Williams

Did she have a deep cut?

From My Mother Laughs by Chantal Akerman
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“I preferred that others not be neglected but found the neglected gender suited me better than the not-neglected genders. I found my neglected gender to have a certain style. A style I like.”

Unreadable Comic by Tsukue Akimoto
from rose miniatures by Navid Sinaki

the call to prayer plays on a victrola. the vinyl sat so long on an ellington…

Three Poems by Timothy Donnelly

I dreamed of home invasion, and of a great celebrity / hidden inside a series of rooms, each hermetically / separated by glossy, voice-activated doors, each / bordered on both sides by facsimile rooms, identical

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