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Three Poems by ​shireen alia ahmed
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Sick and smelly / I dip my finger into my belly button / and it seems to go forever // Not a shallow cup this is just / AttemptS just attempts to remember / what it was like to be pastel

Issue #146: from Return to the Yakne Chitto by Monique Verdin & Raymond Jackson
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From Return to the Yakne Chitto: Houma Migrations (Neighborhood Story Project, University of New Orleans Press, 2019), a collaborative ethnography of Houma lifeways at the ends of the Louisiana bayou.

The Madeleine Machine by ​Megan Hunter
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What was the earth like?

My sister asks this every night, leaning back on her pillow. The question is part of our routine, along with brushing our teeth, peeing, pushing our legs into the soft holes of our pajamas.

Three Poems by Allyson Paty
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In English the burning city / Hecuba dreams in my hand // Come man with cup / and hard-luck pitch // Upstream the brunch rush / shines upon our heads

One Poem by Mike Lala
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Out, like fireflies, from the inter-dimensional, / silver disks at edge of picture hover over Hillary / with swaddled child, John Podesta counterpose beside her, / in a painting I’d like to paint, had I been a painter, / trading in detail from the too-smooth desert

One Poem by Ben Pelhan
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a surgeon takes / a shirt off. / a struggle. / a shrug. / a shrinking /    blinking quiet. / give him his bottle / so he can suck on it.

Issue #145 | Attempt to Be Adequate to the Experience of Loving an Animal by Diana Hamilton

The internet does a better job of documenting / the way we feel when something soft, especially / a mammal, is very cute, than poetry does. 

Three Poems by Ken White

yours in torchlight / we audit our equipment / note how few genuine distractions / present as distraction first

Four Poems by Savannah Cooper-Ramsey

Winner of BOMB’s 2018 Poetry Contest, selected by Dawn Lundy Martin.

Yavush by Selena Anderson

Yavush dressed like a girl who didn’t really love herself—in short, strappy dresses that flashed meaty upper thigh, with a clip-on swoop bang and acrylic fingernails that curved into the future, dripping rhinestones, gold hearts, and glitter.

Trigger by Shelly Oria & Nelly Reifler

You are a color-blind social worker in a small town and your secret is you stopped giving a fuck. A man you loved more than you knew was possible has left you, but so what, right?

Portfolio by Alejandro Luperca Morales
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In 2010, Mexican artist Alejandro Luperca Morales began rubber-erasing human remains out of the frequent crime-scene reports published by P.M., his local Juarez newspaper. Often behind police barricade tape, these ghostly voids resemble eddies of dust, bald patches of earth, or gauzy shrouds illuminated from within. Over the past eight years, Morales has collected a significant archive, performing this gesture on more than 500 images.

Three Poems by Cynthia Arrieu-King
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The fish survive all that radiation, whatever is a go-pass beyond poison. / Snow falling off at a slant from the scientific station / ice adaptations that lead to the new normal. / An owner’s manual under a concrete donut, in its hole someone has planted a baby cactus.

Three Poems by Lily Blacksell
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blink twice, because you’re in / love. It is springtime, the merry / etcetera, look ahead, where we’re going / there’s a clearing and in the clearing / stands a boxer who must have slipped / his collar on the path running through / the field. He is panting, drooling, is all white / except for the pink of his exceptions– / 

Two Poems by Stephanie Ellis Schlaifer
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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 

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

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