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The Gore of the Forest (Part 2) — SONNET #5

The Gore of the Forest (Part 2) — SONNET #5

The raft you made out of towels didn’t float, for fuck’s sake it didn’t even keep us dry, I stopped showering, my cowlick
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Brian Laidlaw
Apophasis

Apophasis

I.
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paige.riehl
THE END

THE END

All the humiliations of having a body. Is it load-bearing or cosmetic. Not signing the paperwork isn’t an option. You can’t write while…
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MC Hyland
GOD OF WHEAT

GOD OF WHEAT

I slattern bramble and wood and moss and amber and sap and milk and buck every frond and arching stem.
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E. OBrien
Der Zauberberg

Der Zauberberg

This week you’ll find yourself alone at an impossible alpine height that seems to hover over the land. Other peaks tower around you, rising…
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Forest Lewis
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A Metamorphosis

A Metamorphosis

One morning, as Gregor Samsonite was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that in his bed he had been changed into a major…
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Katie Sisneros
Vectors of Approach

Vectors of Approach

Don’t be too alarmed this week to be sent away north via train toward some as yet unknown gloomy estate in the moors where a shadowy…
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Forest Lewis
Movie Madness

Movie Madness

Nothing’s quite as recursive, nor a better inducement to madness than seeing your filmed image tomorrow of what you’re doing today. A well…
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Forest Lewis
Thumbtack

Thumbtack

I was there because my shoes needed scuffing, and because the air that summer was humid and bug-clotted and I had decided that I would not…
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Clean

Clean

She began to enjoy strange flavors, beginning with snuck slices of raw potato tongued from the edge of a paring knife. It was March, a week…
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Kasey Payette
The Egg

The Egg

When I woke up in the morning, there was an egg.
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Regan Smith
THE END

THE END

Think more about your senses and less about your feelings. A website might be a newish kind of book. It’s a nice space in a warehouse-y…
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Beastly Soup

Beastly Soup

My son:
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