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In the Classroom of Infinite Sadness by S.T. Brant

December 28, 2021

All my life I’ve dreamt of gods.

December 21, 2021

“The lemon is ripe, perfumed / skin holding golden juice, and /
would have stayed where it had grown.”

December 14, 2021

Why can’t I just go home and sit in my garden? Plant myself among morning glories and view the end through their tangled ascent?

December 7, 2021

After my father remarried, I became angry.

December 1, 2021

Review of Cutter Streeby’s “Tension : Rupture” by K.D. Harryman

A Parisian Affair by Kevin Wranovix
Inspiration is a foggy fellow, emerging from nothing, dissipating into nothing, answering to nothing.
Our Theseus by Nathan Jefferson
Last week he was a dishwasher who his coworkers called Ricky. Today he’s a day laborer named Eddie, clearing a pair of fallen trees off a new build’s lawn and fixing up a large garden. Rotting plank ripped out, new plank inserted.
Robbing the Pillars by Marie Goyette
Ruth stood on the narrow iron bridge, gripping her father’s obsidian necklace, and wondered how many years it would take before the river wore them both down to nothing.
The Call by Eben E. B. Bein
I hungered into that quiet until— there—unbelievable!— a wolf spider scuttled onto a leaf.
Saturation by Claire Oleson
I no longer harangue every desk nurse at every hospital for a taxonomic breakdown of her bills. I don’t ask for the numbers of the Benadryl, the water cups, the abdominal touches done with gloved hands. I am the most American I’ve ever been—she costs what she costs and I eat it.