Kyle McCord Soviet Film Beloit College, 2004 The professor turns off the projector, and the students file out. A Spruce Grouse’s double clap sounds from the river, but this Wisconsin town is disappeared now. The campus’s conical mounds replaced by […]
Matt Morton The Tourist Across the street, Deathwas leaning over the fireescape. On the gutterthe pigeons gathered,rehearsing the same oldargument about flight,whether to go, to stay.We weren’t sure what to make of it: the pigeonssquabbling like pigeons,the heap of wire burningon the corner, casual passers-by capturing the blazeon their phones. Sittingin a circle on the grass,we […]
J. Preston Witt A Shovel, a Chest, a Tree, a Fence, a Loon, a Heron, a Hole I used to make mudshoes out of sticks and mud. They were the most comfortable shoes until you went and tried to leave in them. They were standing and looking shoes, not walking shoes. I did it practically […]
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Colleen O’Brien Suzy At the Monday meeting Suzy’s topic is negativity. Unless anyone has another topic they need to talk about instead. No, yes, everyone around the long conference table says. That’s good. Suzy’s sixty-five, has short, neat, iron gray hair and a round flat face with small blue eyes. She looks like she probably […]
Alisha Karabinus Like You’ve Never Seen Me Before We start innocent enough, with you saying I’ve always wanted to do it on a park bench, and me adding during the day, which makes you laugh so hard you kick over your beer, and when I’m on my knees sopping it up, you slap my ass […]
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Alexandra Tanner Marla All night Monday night I was dreaming about my teeth falling out, and then when I woke up on Tuesday there were eight dead bumblebees on my windowsill. And at first, I was like: oh, that’s an omen. I should stay in bed. But then I was like: whatever, fuck it. So […]
Lindsay Tigue Abandoned Places So maybe I am a townfor ghosts. And I know thatplaces can fall in love with those who stay awhile,those who sweep the crackingstairs, repair the panes on all the windows. In the Sierras, on the border between Nevada and California sits Bodie—its decaying wood and still-stocked stores.In my mind, these towns,are never […]
Shelley Whitaker My Future as a Ghost Maybe I’ll linger in some Appalachian motel,windows scrubbed by dead branchand dry wind, sleep in a bedwhose flowers have been pressedinto silhouette by years and years of bodies. Here I’ll dream of reaching hands—flickering into pixel, into shadow. Outside, ghosts of poolboyswill sift dead leaves in and outof the […]
Peter LaBerge Invocation First, the bedsheets unlearnthe language of each bodyI’ve ever loved. The bedbucking shadows like rodeo clowns.The lungs stable in their nestof cordwood until the wind blowsthe whole house down. The panelsof sun, softer than silk. It does not comequickly, my mother says, learninghow to unravel somebody else. The unzipof a dress godly […]
Kathryne Lim Bone Tower of Gangnam District A clear glass columnfilled to the top withjawbone parts, someplastic surgeon’s ideaof art. The sawed offmandibles resemblingancient tusks; clippedfingernails yellow &piled; a million halfmoons crushed. Out-lawed & dismantledfor lack of taste, butthe real masterpieceremains the young women who wanderthrough Seoul […]
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