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Poetry
“Then between us the passage faults underground.
/ Think: rooftop of a classic hotel hearing Marco Polo.”
Then I close Judith Butler’s SENSES OF THE SUBJECT / after reading words that I remember as / “I feel only because I have been touched, I feel only on the condition / of being touched, I feel as an ‘I’ becomes a self.”
April’s final Saturday spent circling / museum halls. Photograph of rotting / peaches, shutter-captured intimations— / open mouths, juice-slicked hands, parted / flesh. A knife.
April’s final Saturday spent circling / museum halls. Photograph of rotting / peaches, shutter-captured intimations— / open mouths, juice-slicked hands, parted / flesh. A knife.
“Freud says when you go to bed with someone / you are really going to bed with their parents,”
“A stabbing pain, refrain, my abs / from running thickets through”
“When I die, I will not be demoted / to dust, just a flake of ash to flavor the air / or float downriver into the sea.”
“O I could fill a cinema. / Bent road of jade / birds' loft bed / rain ruining the mountain”
Fiction
“The plane has drifted into space. Overcome by fatigue, she fell asleep.”
“Vicky Carrillo, Carlos Carrillo, and their two kids had been living in their little rental house for five years when Gloria Donne bought the house next door, along with the field behind it, and started her organic tomato farm.”
“The tour guide Octavio has a half-inch brown rectangle of decay between his two front teeth.”
“My grandma Borka referred to one’s other half as an esh, or more precisely iesh, because people in the part of Bulgaria closer to Russia speak in that dialect, softly. Iesh means the second thing in a pair…”
“As soon as you see me, net me. Keep me in a cage and jab out my eyes with a pair of golden nail scissors.”
“I know I am better than the rats. The rats have no imagination.”
“Hand bleeding, he grabs the broken neck of the bottle then tipsily conducts glass shards, cat hair, and spaghetti bits to a pan.”
“The men filled the hall, reeking and filthy from their journey. Hard sets to their bristled jaws, fists clamped on sword hilts. Muscles bulging. Male power, male presumption.”
by Amelia Skinner Saint
Nonfiction
“Within our first six months of dating, my boyfriend and I almost died together.”
“[Photo] Some light penetrates the empty inner courtyard. Otherwise the neat grass is dark, and the shadowed lower edge of the flats almost disappears where the brick meets the ground.”
“The room was humid and smelled of lavender cleaner and mold. Ma tried to dress it up for me, but the place was still a dump.”
“For the first six months of the pandemic, I embraced a monastic lifestyle.”
“John Gardner says there are two plots: man goes on a journey and a stranger comes to town.
In Ellensburg, I’m doing both.”
“When it happened, I suddenly recalled the expression split in two.”
“We may not live there anymore, but the truth is this: you will always know a wilder home…”
“In the harbor, moon jellies pushed their smocks through the tide as the steady barking of sea lions tickled the gulls into frenzied screams.”
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