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Controlling Chaos

Kat McDonald Photography and photoshop. Kat McDonald is a Junior Communications Design Major at Pratt Institute and has an interest in mixing medias and creating new systems of art. Contact the...

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Lesbos

Sina Queyras   What still remains a mystery is how she managed to put away the entire midday meal that I left her, Ted, and Bill. –Dido Merwin How should I remember her? She fired her warning...

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Jill Magi, from “SPEECH”

Jill Magi                 her heat rose as she stepped out in front of herself as the American Medical Association fatally weakened the drive for socialized medicine by 1949, she locked...

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for who performs not practical work nor makes experiments will never attain to the least degree

Sueyeun Juliette Lee   Elemental fire in its purest blue hue captures an echo of human hands outstretched towards the end. Flicker flash consumption and a quiver, or breath spurts from what...

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Aunt Burn (O.E.D)

Collier Nogues 1. Of fire: she remembers sitting with her father at the upstairs hearth, before they had a furnace. Not the conflagration of the high school, not the brick church burning. Not the...

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Something More Like a Sex Spreadsheet

Jon Woodward   She had her feet replaced by leg extensions! She’s a different person than I once thought. I’ve mostly been able to sustain the loss. I’ve amortized the loss...

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The Hay Out There and the Hay in You

Christopher Citro   The way you want it is— you hope to be flying then realize you are flying. I’ve eaten blackberries from your hand where they’re warm from July and your hand. I...

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The Distance Sugarcane Travels

Careful, there’s little difference between the woody surface and the edible veins of the sugarcane. Carve the skin first to reveal the sweet blood that hums in your mouth until you’re chewing the...

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The Owl and the Pussycat Went to Sea

“My brother is dying,” my mother tells me over the phone, her voice spilling down the line, a thin stream of water over the lip of a dam. My mother says the word dying like it’s a question. As...

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from The Wilderness in Which the “I” Cannot Exist (1)

“how liminally can the lyric exist,” I asked the wilderness & the wilderness just blinked. so I exited, stage-left, & offered only my agreeing with green: explosions of caricature I...

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