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Breakfast with Santa

By | 2018-01-10T17:56:26+00:00 January 11th, 2018|Categories: Issue 53: 11 Jan 2018|Tags: , |

By Abby E. Murray Santa arrives at the chemical bay on Joint Base Lewis McChord in a Stryker, 8AM sharp on Saturday, Colonel’s orders, free of charge. Santa has an Alabama twang. Santa says he’d like to make a quick announcement, his voice ringing in rented speakers that broadcast Christmas carols as well as the pale [...]

Evidence-Based

By | 2018-01-10T17:05:38+00:00 January 11th, 2018|Categories: Issue 53: 11 Jan 2018|Tags: , , |

A Poem Against Tyranny   By Margarita Engle When words are banned by a president who imagines that limiting language is his entitlement, all poets must use our vulnerable freedom of speech before we lose it the way transgender people can lose rights, the White House has lost diversity, and any fetus might lose hope for [...]

On Learning the Department of Justice, Using an Artistic Expression Argument, Will Side With the Colorado Baker Who Refused to Sell a Wedding Cake to a Same-Sex Couple

By | 2017-12-26T13:46:20+00:00 December 28th, 2017|Categories: Issue 52: 28 Dec 2017|Tags: , , , , |

By Joni Mayer   The baker is open to the public, may have asked his other couples how and where they met—eHarmony, blind date, a Boulder bar, but never Grindr— may have been inspired by those data to use apricot filling in place of peach mousse, to stack four tiers instead of three, may have lied [...]

Rage Vow

By | 2017-12-26T14:03:44+00:00 December 28th, 2017|Categories: Issue 52: 28 Dec 2017|Tags: , , |

By Cesca Janece Waterfield   Hang a wreath on my maiden door, pubic-black and furled, a bough to say someone has passed over. Bury her pleats and sweet sestinas among spring narcissus, and if you recall the flush, soft breast that slipped free in primeval joy, do not depend on the moon of her aureole now. [...]

Pantoum for ‘Real America’

By | 2017-12-26T14:26:10+00:00 December 28th, 2017|Categories: Issue 52: 28 Dec 2017|Tags: , |

By D.A. Gray The men we knew have long since passed. Their bodies still fill the broadest doorways but something in their eyes, their voice has gone replaced by a rage that crackles over the radio. Their bodies still fill the broadest of doorways and their eyes follow us, from great distances. There’s only the rage [...]

Two Poems by Laura Orem

By | 2017-12-12T14:13:04+00:00 December 14th, 2017|Categories: Issue 51: 14 Dec 2017|Tags: , , , |

Letter from Guantanamo Seasons don’t matter except for the discomfort they bring. June is just hotter. The Caribbean thuds against Cuba, steaming like soup, saltier than our tears, if anyone cried here. Whether we bear it or not, the pain continues. The interrogator takes his work as seriously as Michaelangelo considered the perfect pink of [...]

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Cast

By | 2017-12-12T22:31:03+00:00 December 14th, 2017|Categories: Issue 51: 14 Dec 2017|Tags: , , |

By Ruth Nolan Many bones have been broken here in the tricky Mojave River quicksand, huge Cottonwood trees taken down, gnawed low to the marrow by beavers. Behind me, the shadow of a man, his fishing pole slung across his shoulder. He tells me he will catch crawdads first, skin and fry a trout or two [...]

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An Old Dog Never Barks at Gunmen

By | 2017-11-29T12:36:53+00:00 November 30th, 2017|Categories: Issue 50: 30 Nov 2017|Tags: , |

By Bola Opaleke  – Neither should you, a wise man once said. Even pickaxes and sledgehammers would do just fine – like pickaxe-men or sledgehammer-men. That reminds me of people that left raising a finger of “revenge my death” up so high as the bullet-ridden body thuds. What the soldiers have done to us – young [...]

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The No-Knock State

By | 2017-11-29T12:39:13+00:00 November 30th, 2017|Categories: Issue 50: 30 Nov 2017|Tags: , , |

By Jemshed Khan                        Upon hearing that Barret Brown was jailed (again) SWAT teams rumble streets. Men in black smash down doors. No one bothered to knock 65,000 times last year: Hinges ripped from the jamb with a battering ram or breach grenade. My friend murmurs, [...]

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Abecedarian diatribe: abolish him!

By | 2017-11-15T13:39:42+00:00 November 16th, 2017|Categories: Issue 49: 16 Nov 2017|Tags: , |

By Gabriel Mianulli   All the problems in the picture are flooding the world Before we have a chance to construct boats for rescue Can’t we have more time to sniff out bullshit politics? Damage has been done, the hurricanes are screaming. Elsewhere, we build bombs that taste like backward progress. Forgotten events didn’t sound their [...]

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Obamaclipse

By | 2017-11-15T13:42:21+00:00 November 16th, 2017|Categories: Issue 49: 16 Nov 2017|Tags: , |

By Rony Nair   1.    Overview Lopsided dreams coalesce into hazy sunsets, pretending to droll out Nintendo games played by our new trumped up incantation. The new war boy. Elected of course. by a war room of nominees with shotguns in their bed. Hawkish foreign policy bytes, words of war, beating up the beaten, hoarse cries [...]

Just Like Picking Flowers

By | 2017-11-07T12:34:34+00:00 November 9th, 2017|Categories: Issue 48: 09 Nov 2017|Tags: , , |

By Leslie McGrath   The almond wears a thin corduroy vest that cannot protect the nut. The skin of a ripe peach peels like a second degree burn. The oyster clenches even as we break its nacreous wings at the hinge to get at the meat. When the mushroom man appeared with baskets braceleted up to [...]