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/d krieger

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back inside the surveillance van, the recording gets garbled

Shannon Finck September 30, 2018 Issue Eight

/m dunn

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I too am sick of the body.
I too am sick of being a body,
am sick of being sick about my body

Shannon Finck September 30, 2018 Issue Eight

/h c fletcher

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her grandfather’s ranch on the edge of the Rio Grande soaking in cedar smoke

Anya Vostrova September 29, 2018 Issue Eight

/j migdal

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Why there is still all this space inside me, I don’t know

Anna Sandy September 29, 2018 Issue Eight

/j cumbie

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You did everything right. You strung
the poles, bought the bait and made it
by sunup to fish the bank facing the fork

Anna Sandy September 29, 2018 Issue Eight

/k culligan

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One morning in a city where my body felt held, I felt like I was sitting across the breakfast table from the world

Anya Vostrova September 29, 2018 Issue Eight

/m mcnamara

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His hand
is on his chest. You tell him his heart is gone,
donated with his hammer and shovels.

Shannon Finck September 29, 2018 Issue Eight

/m cameron

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I still believe the dead don’t miss
people the way the living do

Anna Sandy September 29, 2018 Issue Eight

/a stine

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Later, bruises were buckshot
stars.

Shannon Finck September 29, 2018 Issue Eight

/l page

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I think maybe I really touched God once, a place
on his thigh where the hair grew backward, like a misgiving

Shannon Finck September 29, 2018 Issue Eight

/j wheelock

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Sometimes passion is a padded room

Anna Sandy September 29, 2018 Issue Eight

/a sutherland

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I told myself
that I was done

Anna Sandy September 29, 2018 Issue Eight

/c bullard

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the illusionist
comforted us with stagecraft
rabbits and mirrors

Anna Sandy September 29, 2018 Issue Eight

m/bellon-harn

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A beveled wooden music box with golden inlay called to me from a clear plastic bin, so I got on my knees and took it out

Anya Vostrova September 29, 2018 Issue Eight

/k pedersen

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The angels are carved
directly in the walls, suffocated by brass.
Everything is a different kind of gold

museajournal September 29, 2018 Issue Eight

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