Poetry
Short Timers by Sean Murphy
These are the short timers, who work because there’s nothing better to do.
Prose Poetry
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The End of Any Month Is Reason Enough to Grieve by Amorak Huey
January is 31 tiny Januarys in a trench coat trying to buy tickets to the rest of the year.
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Adaptation by Erika Eckart
You pass down suffering, no matter what you do — your DNA was bruised at the edges, mutated threadbare from one too many missed meals, too many impressions where a hand used to be on your upper arm, too many hours left unconsoled.
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An Origin is a Point Among Other Coordinates by Marisa Lin
On March 4, 1996, a woman’s shoe soars over the crack of light between boarding bridge and plane.
