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Volume VIII

Volume VIII Feeling Slightly Unyoung at 28 David Wanczyk I’m older than Keats was when he died, of course, whatever; I’ll never play tennis for real either, though I was something of a phenom.  A young Ivan Lendl maybe or … Continue reading

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Volume VII

Volume VII Kevin Heaton Body Snatched Infuriated nor’easter sylphs, clatter slap sleet castanets against the upstairs dormer; hijacking my ear from insulated silence. Frostbitten tree fingers petition the hearth, (glowing just beyond reach, on the bright side of transparency) tapping … Continue reading

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Volume VI

Volume VI Catherine Zickgraf Ornithopteresque My images are not tied down heavily enough, an anchor needed, like breeze through cinder block eye sockets, like wind pressed through your clothes-pinned socks or threaded through the flag on your brick façade. And … Continue reading

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Volume V

Volume V Casey Wiley American Food #1 Texas One can’t paint New York as it is, but rather as it is felt. —Georgia O’Keefe It was all slow, then very fast. “Sidi!” my sister called from the steps of our … Continue reading

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Volume IV

Volume IV Alec Niedenthal Moon My second wife in five years brought her hand to my hair. She intended to point my head at the moon. I pressed her arm with my hand as if to consent, or in minor … Continue reading

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Volume III

Volume III Kyle Hemmings The Enigma Machine In front of the committee of indentured men, he took apart the Enigma machine, key by key, without regard for backward sequencing or scrambled encapsulations. One by one, each committee member rose to … Continue reading

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Volume II

Volume II Felino Soriano Poems: Painters’ Exhalations 72, 73, and 74 Painters’ Exhalations 72 —after Mitchell Johnson’s Poppies Misconception, red.  A child’s naïve hand across stove’s unchanging, fiery temper, yes. Giant body, disallowing cars’ miniscule motion, halting, the corner light, … Continue reading

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