We are proud to present

 Issue Twenty-Two

of No Contact

Whoever Said Go
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Whoever Said Go

by Davon Loeb

Whoever said Go said it, and it didn’t matter who because they pumped their legs with their eyes closed and across that intersection.

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Climate
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Climate

by Rebecca Rubenstein

They hung from our trees, ornamental, bodies bulbous and glistening and delicate.

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Four Poems
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Four Poems

by Tania Ganitsky

Translated from Spanish by Hannah Kauders

i write

I left my voice in another silence

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Heat
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Heat

by David Byron Queen

He read somewhere if a person were to yell for eight years they could theoretically generate the energy needed to heat a cup of coffee. 

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Two Poems
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Two Poems

by Bee Morris

Summer has always been the are we 

gonna kiss right now? of seasons 

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Bloop
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Bloop

by Kevin Maloney

my buddy Isaac was into something else: an anti-fungal cream for birds called Lotricaine that makes your heart flutter and gives you heroic ideas about the space-time continuum.

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Dust
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Dust

by Alice Kaltman

She’s the older sister, she’s the one who will bear the brunt of this, their mother’s final escape.

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Two Poems
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Two Poems

by Robiny Jamerson

Tonight, I had to check my mouth:

your name felt too short coming out.

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Two Poems
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Two Poems

by Madeleine Corley

we talked, I got drunk

on mosquito bites and bad

beer to stomach the Cool Girl™

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Nature Cam / Trophy
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Nature Cam / Trophy

by Luke Larkin

If a bear falls in the forest and I'm not tuned in to see, does it only transmute into another bear?

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Two Poems
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Two Poems

by Corey Miller

You sling me The Works:

Heinz 57, Stadium Mustard,

Sauerkraut, Raw Onions

with a glob of insight

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Dillon
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Dillon

by Nathaniel Berry

On track days, we walked while others ran, talking about Lord of the Rings and other nerd shit that would get your ass kicked if you weren’t as big as Dillon.

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