work by Shabnam Piryaei, Fabián O. Iriarte,
Lourdes Espínola Wiezell, Vincent Hao, and more
Lourdes Espínola Wiezell, Vincent Hao, and more
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The same hot day comes everyday but plains don’t ask why animals. Animals came uninvited to punch holes find food undo the monotony come and retreat like string zipped through a loom Abby Ryder-Huth
pleasurable tear of my body like handmade cotton the sucking of milk of figs the talking pendulum of a clock i hear it the seconds exhale harmonious immolation unspilling of wine my slaughter moans in her sleep Annie Blake The hung row of neon lights is a pretty meadow. Behind the exit door is a cold dark hole. Charles Kell |
It’s easiest to press the weight of my head against the seatbelt, let it lock up, and watch the highway channel fill up with visions. A green ford blurs against the exit ramp. A white chevy malibu floats through the road, its tires washed into the scenic night. In my altered state, everything round is the moon. Vincent Hao The nervous curtains flitter like useless arms. They motion to people on the street. Stop. Look inside, they say, at the drama unfolding behind this breakable glass. The lamps cock their shades to listen for wreckage. Samantha Lê |
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