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Kimberly Alidio
A dense field of sound, a relaxation, a reading of space an expansive internalization of projection in a room or on a street, a texture of internal-external perceptual activity, the … Read the rest
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James Swansbrough
Last Time we had to stretch her out flat on the living room ottoman & I had to straddle her chest with my legs to pin her arms at her … Read the rest
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Luci Huhn
Explaining to My Nephews How the Lake Turns Over I don’t like that they’re headed down two highways in opposite directions, away from me, their cars packed to the gills. … Read the rest
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Katie Condon
Who Here Has Heard of Ether? The meadow was like a child, hip-height and wild. The moths had no hope for holding onto any shadow, let alone their own, which … Read the rest
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Elane Kim
Transit I want more small kindnesses: glass stained in every direction, the windows stacked tall, a looping stop. Pick a side already: the sky or the sea. More rain or … Read the rest
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Tamas Panitz
Within a Secret Cloud Where to grow my orchid that will last for a thousand years … big decisions take many tiny minds– like Dracula in his den my persecutors … Read the rest
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Jessica Guzman
Post-Storm Assessment I spray X on my front door. I set the table, plastic on plastic, secured by stone. Two days after the hurricane, I grill freezer burned flanks … Read the rest
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Conor Bracken
Firstborn A day after the afterbirth’s been rubbed off your head (“like a coconut with injured sentience,” dark-haired and howling) we call you Everett, which means, we learn, brave as … Read the rest
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Brett Hanley
Texas-Louisiana Border Dive Bar This place is a metaphor for my dysthymia. If everything beautiful is born of wreck, then take me to the salvage yard of my affect. I … Read the rest
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Guest Editor Tomás Q. Morín: A Special Feature
“When West Branch invited me to be a guest editor, I told Josh I wanted the story if it was still free. This time, to my absolute delight, it was.”
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