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Afterlives / A Different Way to Destroy

by Thom Donovan

In the beginning there was punishment /

Then there was forgetting why we punished

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Eight Houses

by Marcus Tan

She pretends she is back home in Manila, sinking into her mother's favorite massage chair. Her teenage bones only feel the ache many years later.

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Gaol

by Adin Dobkin

The living room has scant natural light, except for a short interval in the afternoon’s gut. It brushes across my face and lands at the far closet before the room goes dark again.

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In the Early Days / Turned & Turning

by Mitchell Nobis

pitch-black positive space:

stars, then no stars, then stars.

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GEO:1161, Spring 2020

by Maggie Nipps

I need sensation, to touch

the tart edges of the limestone.

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After Blue

by Lena Crown

The uneasy comfort of the hours drowsing between us and the certain storm. A jaunty pickle jigging across the front of the bag in Victorian loafers.

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Business As Usual

by Erika Veurink

I’m thinking about Mick Jagger. He was a god sent to teach us what it means to be irresistible. Being attracted to him feels universal, like religion. I don’t give a shit about The Rolling Stones.

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Kat

by Nathaniel Berry

The reception was at Wagley’s: an orange-brick and white plaster-columned funeral home out on 223, in the parking lot of the Family Video, where Jet’s used to be.