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For Kepler 138b (the beautiful)

By | 2017-10-17T18:38:30+00:00 October 19th, 2017|Categories: Issue 45: 19 Oct 2017|Tags: , |

By mica woods if you took a telescope to the sky 200 lightyears away happened to point it down on this country, would you see the slaughter and the selling by those men we carry memories of in our pockets or would you not notice the labor in the fields as different from the digging crews [...]

The Salt March

By | 2017-10-10T15:11:17+00:00 October 12th, 2017|Categories: Issue 44: 12 Oct 2017|Tags: , |

By Howard Richard Debs "We are entering upon a life and death struggle” —Mahatma Gandhi   The oldest, Gandhi himself, then 61 the youngest among those at the start, 18. There were but 80 in all to begin. It took 24 days, 240 miles on foot to reach the coast. 2500 would next march on the [...]

Season of American Lupine

By | 2017-10-10T15:31:51+00:00 October 12th, 2017|Categories: Issue 44: 12 Oct 2017|Tags: , |

By Lucille Ausman he is out extinguishing wild fires lost in the smoke digging lines in the ground trying to trap her behind the wall before she can reach him suffocating in her fury he's strong and brave and all American I guess but she doesn't want protecting she doesn't want to cool down and calm [...]

Washing Instructions

By | 2017-10-04T11:12:55+00:00 October 5th, 2017|Categories: Issue 43: 05 Oct 2017|Tags: , , , |

By Brenda Birenbaum   You raise your hands to hush the crowd, you raise your hands america america, you raise your hands palms out to hush the crowd to give it voice, translate primordial hoots and jeers and lewd youtubes—flip off the camera, yeah, thrust that pelvis forward, yeah—the gun swells in your pants and you [...]

Our Lady of the Hurricane

By | 2017-10-04T11:14:14+00:00 October 5th, 2017|Categories: Issue 43: 05 Oct 2017|Tags: , |

By Jackleen Holton Hookway   wears knifepoint stilettos that she fashioned from the skin of water moccasins that slide underneath the dark slip of brackish floodwater when she takes them off and wades in up to her neck as the twin snakes slither ahead guiding her through a maze of underwater suburbs where she shatters windows [...]

Costumes

By | 2017-10-04T11:15:05+00:00 October 5th, 2017|Categories: Issue 43: 05 Oct 2017|Tags: , |

By Stephanie Williams   I didn't shave all month Quiet, itchy rebellion. A silent wind-chime Should at least look the part. They marched I had prior commitments. I connected my daughter’s brows Put flowers in her hair. I posted pictures They asked if we’re Mexican. This year she’ll be a princess $40 on a pink tulle [...]

Silk Purse I: An Erasure

By | 2017-10-05T07:49:05+00:00 October 5th, 2017|Categories: Issue 43: 05 Oct 2017|Tags: , |

from Donald Trump’s Speech to AIPAC 3/21/16   By Douglas Wood   The bomb clock doesn’t require a number but zero, No matter, The wiped face of the earth What kind of minds write in twisted missiles and the swirling terms imposed by disaster— disaster repeated in the hope it didn’t happen? But it’s precisely the [...]

The Night Journey

By | 2017-09-26T17:02:34+00:00 September 28th, 2017|Categories: Issue 42: 28 Sep 2017|Tags: , |

By Jonathan May A found poem from: FBI Guantanamo Bay Inquiry // The Night Journey, Sura 17, The Koran // Department of Defense Human Resource Exploitation Training Manual – 1983   The purpose of all coercive techniques is to induce psychological regression in the subject by bringing a superior outside force to bear on his will to [...]

Black Birds

By | 2017-09-26T15:47:49+00:00 September 28th, 2017|Categories: Issue 42: 28 Sep 2017|Tags: , |

By Jennifer Stein Black birds the size I dream dinosaurs would be Cloud-cutting straight flying unflapping arms Like if you asked a kid to draw a bird Who never saw a bird, and threw his bulky crayoned visions to the clouds and here they are in soundless flight. Black birds, black and ominous as octopus ink [...]

On a Side Street in Tehran a Woman Watches the Protest of Neda’s Death

By | 2017-09-26T15:48:39+00:00 September 28th, 2017|Categories: Issue 42: 28 Sep 2017|Tags: , |

By Penny Perry “Make up should be for your husband only,” my mother says in my head. In real life, she is home in her apartment, blowing cool air on her second cup of tea, filling out her grocery list. “You don’t need a clock, you can tell time by the tasks she performs,” my father [...]