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Maybe they’re all singing to themselves

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Killarney Clary Maybe they’re all singing to themselves, alone in malls, against foot traffic on sidewalks. A small dark boy kneeling, rubs the chest of a limp man in the parking lot of the 7-eleven; he’s done this before. I can feel the inside of my skin. Don’t Walk/Walk. I am a package that moves…

Reading The Metaphysical Club in Egypt, Texas

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Issue 38.2 Fall 2009 Marc McKee   Standing in the middle of a land this vast              you can nearly apprehend the curvature                                          of the earth. Every weight seems connected, each measure            inept.  Venus tonight brighter than the stars            over this ex-plantation house, one pillar                an…

How We Respond is What It Means

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Issue 38.2 Fall 2009 Marc McKee   At this time it is impossible not to love at least one monster.  Venom laces the air, you are in a house with the feeling of every light in every room turned on and so to turn them off is to discover again and again what makes a…

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Issue 33.2 Fall 2004 Sueyeun Juliette Lee   silence meant that there were disconnections in the atmosphere, the inner hairs of my ears curling into themselves without a quiver or lightest touch of alarm. plenary attitudes detach, disengage themselves from the white washed walls striking poses in the afternoon. distance meant that there were spaces…

Issue 30.1, Spring 2001

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Table of Contents Poetry Stephen Ratcliffe, “7.9” “7.10” “7.11” Sean Norton, “Sonnet for Walking Home” Janos Olah “Crow Dance” (translated by Paul Sohar) “A Way Out” (translated by Paul Sohar) Eric Baus, “dear birds,” Mike Kane, “The City To Me Is What Happens When You Open Your Eyes” Joelle Biele, “Winter” Anne Sheldon, “Adirondacks” Lisa…

Back from the Lab

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Brian Teare   i. Consultation: X-ray  —What are your symptoms?                                       Four times                                       the room blinks. —How do you feel today?                                       My legs                                      akimbo. Whitecoat.                                       A table, steel. —How long have you felt this way?                                      Four pin-up positions,                                  …

Issue 37.2, Fall 2008

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Table of Contents Poetry Caren Scott, “First, remove the heart.” “The Lake is Trying to Form a Frozen Skin” “Second Contact, Explanation” Drew Nolte, “The Insertable” “Scribes and Illuminations” “Lieutenant McNeil, August 2nd 1942” The Pines, “ARBY” “ARBY” “ARBY” Anselm Berrigan, from To Hell With Sleep Laurie E. White, “The Deep Geese Mind You” “If…

Ars Poetica at the Speed Art Museum

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Marci Johnson   “Pompeii” 1990 C-Print Richard Ross. A dead turkey wearing a wig.                                           Lost: one child, 4 years old, have you seen … ? A man in an electric chair                                         on a…

Anodyne

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Poetry Marc McKee

…I favor containment, I favor détente

because otherwise, the we I am

makes pilgrimages to elevators

to await their fulfillment…

Issue 38.2, Fall 2009

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Table of Contents Poetry Marc McKee, “How We Respond is What It Means” “Reading The Metaphysical Club in Egypt, Texas” “Anodyne” “And The Lord God Made Garments of Skin”  Christopher DeWeese, “The Salesman” “The Sphinx” Jonathan Rice, “Matins: Leonids” Helen McClory, “Taxonomy” Rebecca Lilly, “Elkton Trailer Park” Melinda Gutowski, “Affinity” “Everything has in it has…
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