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  Rebecca Lemire

  Photography from Rebecca Lemire.     See More

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  Ascension in B&W

  by Anna Guercio This moment from now on, we will be or find unflinching movement, umbrellas out of a dream of Arle, entryway to the tale I’d tell if authorized
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  Conflation Conflagaration

  by Anna Guercio 1 Rue me or court, but look into this august assurance: form has to do with power and control is one thing to do with power and
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  Mitch Dixon

  Art from Mitch Dixon.

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  Julian Baslyk

  Art from Julian Baslyk.

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  The Laminator

  by Kathryn Zurlo To crush between two sheets of plastic; to mummify for public spectacle. Translucent jars hold ancient organs, naked in the eye of the forgiver. Laminated clouds could
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  Waspish. Another Summer.

  by Liana Scalettar In 1989 I still knew how to dress. You didn’t know me then; I hadn’t thought I could ever meet you or earn you, I could only
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  Goethe’s Italy Isn’t

  by Liana Scalettar Goethe’s Italy isn’t Ours. In Termini, while nearby stone angels teeter and vibrate, their molecules aquiver like anyone else’s, their lyres and harps sounding to those who
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  Real Time

  by Eric Rawson   That the patch of dark sky Through the grille grieves The forbearing soul Does not begin to describe How quickly things tatter when They are unattended
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  Untitled

  by Simon Perchik * I lift to make it remember, shake and this thick wooden beam holding on tighter, juts from the pile as if it hears a great wind
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  Descended from Bears

  by William Doreski This Quonset hut in the woods lacks plumbing, lacks a view, and reeks of crystal meth. Living here means rushing into the forest until I rent a
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  Cower Smallpox

  by Nancy Devine Milky skin is not butter or cream churned soft into my cheeks. The udder’s sallow wash on brow or jaw. But what I do with my hands,
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  Drained water runs clockwise

  by Chris Davidson like lids and screws in our hemisphere. In the Southern, they’ve got spiral variety, and depending on the continent: dingo, hyena, or maned wolf. Dogs and dog-like
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  Postcard from Somewhere

  by Chris Davidson We took the island course inland where hills were split by rain, where paths of red dirt lay, and roads were wet and black and windy. With
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  As young men crossing the plains

  by Chris Davidson As young men crossing the plains, we looked for what was heard of at one time: sheltered valley orchards, fresh springs and fertile soil. What we found
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  Anhydrides

  by Greg November Purpose: To determine the amount of water in the hydrated form of cupric sulfate. Qualitative Data: We left soon after it all went down. Jane remained inconsolable,
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  Our Last Arrangement

  by Charles Farrell The first thing I did that night was trade my life for Howard Bennett’s. From there I moved on to smaller problems. Just before the card’s opening
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  Charles Farrell Interview

  1. How does a jazz pianist end up managing fighters? It’s kind of a funny story.  Around 1990, I got involved with Lou Thesz, who was working as an agent
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  acoustic set

  acoustic set stories by melissa unger drippings   We tortured him like only older sisters can. Dressed him in girl’s clothes, put make-up on him. Called him Alice in front
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