We are proud to present

Issue Seven

of No Contact

 

Quarantine Me
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Quarantine Me

by Eric Slick

To make art is one thing; to live with it for an extended period is another.

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Two Poems
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Two Poems

by William Doreski

Florida is doomed regardless

of your desire to see it drown.

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Facepalm
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Facepalm

by Mike Nagel

I still think that everything happens for my education. You'd think I'd know better by now. But I don't.

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Two Poems
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Two Poems

by D. T. Robbins

let’s write about the bottle

being empty by

9:30 and that’s my fault

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Vermin
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Vermin

by Ishani Shambhobi Ghosh

Back in bed, I dream about red ants carrying my baby away.

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Hope
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Hope

by Aimée Keeble

I am waking in the hours

when our violences are sleeping, saturated in dreams and oily-

a hiatus from breath

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Choral Streams
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Choral Streams

by frankie bruno

My lovers are shaped like ice-cream cones because they are ice-cream cones, especially the twisty custards with two colors.

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Kurt
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Kurt

by Nathaniel Berry

We never saw where Kurt lived, not for years and years. He’d meet us at his front door, pointedly; shut it tightly behind him.

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Ash
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Ash

by Wilson Koewing

Above a mantle, a blown-up photo from Godard’s Breathless hung. The scene in the convertible with the pistol.

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From Scratch
Gauraa Shekhar Gauraa Shekhar

From Scratch

by Gauraa Shekhar

Blossoms, I think, are another thing to tend to. 

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