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Two Poems by Ahimaz Rajessh

where’s this splace

what’s where’s this place this space this place, you ask, having once lived in water, kicking & dreaming, then on one daybreak dropped from planet uterus, yes, the planet that you can never go back to. now all grown up, an uprooted plant from earth, acrophobic, you do not do the sulking & screaming anymore, but your cognitive dissonance is obvious from your frequent wtf is this & wtf is that. stranded in a rubber plantation one dusk you catch yourself speaking suddenly in fluent malayalam. where’s this place. lost in thar desert another noon you surprise yourself speaking in rajastani. Continue reading “Two Poems by Ahimaz Rajessh”

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CERTAIN MOTELS / MOTEL SOFA by Shane Jesse Christmass

The transparent eyelids of Los Angeles. The whole show of human sense … celestial mechanics suddenly unemployed … language makers with superior intellect … everyday sexual occurrences inside the supermarket … secret visions stymied by the cerebral systems … an endless sky … dead arms flay about in a great storm … the feint flash of a sticky … heavy rain. My ghastly face … these hots days … these telegraph wires … this Continue reading “CERTAIN MOTELS / MOTEL SOFA by Shane Jesse Christmass”

The 37th Hour (After Kafka) by Fernando Sdrigotti

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Babel-ware by Mike Corrao and Logan Jones

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Metal Heart (Alchemical Auto-Couplets) by Brad Baumgartner

If by fire
Of sooty coal th’ empiric alchymist
Can turn, or holds it possible to turn,
Metals of drossiest ore to perfect gold.

    —Milton, Paradise Lost

 

L E A D
(Saturn )

Pentatonic maelstroms finishing the holy chore—
Galgalimic vagabonds of the Magdalenic corps.

Angels pave the way for us; I thank God for this life—
The Guardian of this thresh holds my days in strife.

Blood-morphed creature in the holy sky—
Headless black raven gives a bleak reply.

Dearest Kali Yuga, Sovereign of the night-land marsh—
You open up my Heart Box, but the killings are so harsh.

Archangel and a purring Holy Flower—
Of his own children Saturn must devour.

Coffin dweller, Sat-urn-ine charmer—
Dig up the bones of the Divine Farmer.

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A World With No Fear by Maria Brito

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New fiction by Marc Nash

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The Text in Various Forms by Bryce Jones

The Text

Eventually, I will join myself in absence. “Living among things designed to dispossess me.” I watch TV at my father’s house. A future stratified by the “logical extremes” of “extrapolation, spectacle, virtualization, and ‘entertainment.’” The poor of us are less than bodies – data dredged by fetishists, exploiting flesh through pixels with the polarity of water. Color dissolved in hair and skin, motion frozen and screen-grabbed. “A self-deforming cast.” I’m watching Epix – Epix Hits. Passive, like my, titillation – flaccid and cumless, edging le petite mort through RPGs and online banking. My reality colloids apart. Under a sun of milk and flour. I try absorbing language in order to feel heavier, but “everything flows… no… …thing to sink.” Without seeing the screen one only sees a prolapsed glow, splattered on the wall, across the floor. The blue light referencing abandonment. The face no longer clings viscid when split-open. Employ a digital cenotaph while I look for my body. Maybe language. Maybe language. If I can absorb it. It dissolves. Continue reading “The Text in Various Forms by Bryce Jones”

Three Poems by Ava Hofmann

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In A Kidney Dish by AMS-H

In A Kidney Dish

Seventeen months and six days ago,
with practice that could only be attached
to a pair of nitrile gloves,
they pulled apart generations of stratified tissue,
classified the human from the mammal
and presented the results on a stainless steel tray.

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Bar Mitzvah by Brett Dixon

For Marco

You’re fifteen, you’re trembling. The only working street light flickers and omits an ominous orange glow. Everything else is dark–the night, the thoughts in your head, the gun in your hand. The car slows as you approach the corner. There they are, Uncle Joe whispers, tonight you become a man.

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A Handbag, A Window, A Car by Solange Manche

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On Blood by Kaylie Padgett

On Blood

The blood I scrub from the inside of my underwear is not the same as the blood I wipe from my mouth, not the same blood my mother lost when laboring over my birth, not what spilled from my grandmother’s head when her stepfather split it open for scrubbing a floor wrong. Not the same, but close.

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Burn the Bloodstream by Emma Lee

Burn the Bloodstream

How can an odorless, yellow pill bring harm?

            Every time you say no to food, you say yes to thin.

One felt good so she took another,

            Eat clean, look lean.

not knowing two were an overdose.

            Greasy fries or skinny thighs?

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Blood Magic by Natasha C. Calder

Blood Magic

It was her first period for three months. Sitting on the lav with her knickers around her ankles and her knees falling apart, Mihaela saw the new slimness in her bare legs and grimaced. She thought of all the meals she’d missed since the promotion—the rushed breakfasts, the uneaten sandwiches, the insubstantial dinners—and how quickly it had become a matter of finding not the time but the inclination. Now she ate as irregularly and as little as she slept. No wonder her periods had stopped.

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The Last Time It Bled by Emma SzH

The Last Time It Bled

the last time I bled was when I stood on glass

the worst time I bled was when they put the scissors in my vagina

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DISEASES OF THE BLOOD by Louis Armand

DISEASES OF THE BLOOD

5q- syndrome, Aagenaes syndrome, Abdominal aortic aneurysm, Abetalipoproteinemia, Acatalasemia, Aceruloplasminemia, Acquired agranulocytosis, Acquired hemophilia […]

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Kutha Letter #6 — Maxime Berclaz

Maxime Berclaz is a first year candidate for an M.F.A. in Poetry at the University of Notre Dame and an Editorial Intern at Action Books. He has been published in Poems for Freedom, an anthology of poems put together in support of the anarchist bookstore Freedom after its firebombing, has a poem forthcoming in Deluge and has also had reviews in Pank and Tarpaulin Sky. Tweets at https://twitter.com/bava_mario & Action Books

the hidden smile is a tear — Irsida Bejo

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Excerpt from Notes for a Letter to the Daemon — John Trefry

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