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War is Always Silent Until It’s Done

Published in Issue 64.2: Spring 2025 You can purchase our Spring issue here Out of the rubble of one war crawls out another.—Warsan Shire They didn’t know then,but when they leftthey packed the warwith themthrown into suitcases,nestled between cardamom and cinnamon,wrapped in shawls like china teacups. Some left their suitcases unpacked.Didn’t know what waswaiting for them.For […]

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Published in Issue 64.2: Spring 2025 You can purchase our Spring issue here Out of the rubble of one war crawls out another.—Warsan Shire They didn’t know then,but when they leftthey packed the warwith themthrown into suitcases,nestled between cardamom and cinnamon,wrapped in shawls like china teacups. Some left their suitcases unpacked.Didn’t know what waswaiting for them.For

Foreshadow Work

Published in Issue 64.2: Spring 2025 You can purchase our Spring issue here So much of what I’ve learned in therapy I first learned in poetry.They call me a “Dreamer”, but really I’m an insomniacwith night terrors, kept awake by fears of being abandonedby the Dept. of Homeland Security. There were no secure attachmentsI could form

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Published in Issue 64.2: Spring 2025 You can purchase our Spring issue here So much of what I’ve learned in therapy I first learned in poetry.They call me a “Dreamer”, but really I’m an insomniacwith night terrors, kept awake by fears of being abandonedby the Dept. of Homeland Security. There were no secure attachmentsI could form

It’s Safe to Say

Published in Issue 64.2: Spring 2025 You can purchase our Spring issue here what’s inside me is mostly micro–plastics, aggressions, little aperturesinto memories that lock me wordlesswithin my body. I live closer to bonethan flesh when I am in the world,the cliff of my jaw set to defend,unclench only as the bus lurchesup the street to

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Published in Issue 64.2: Spring 2025 You can purchase our Spring issue here what’s inside me is mostly micro–plastics, aggressions, little aperturesinto memories that lock me wordlesswithin my body. I live closer to bonethan flesh when I am in the world,the cliff of my jaw set to defend,unclench only as the bus lurchesup the street to

Excerpts From Skyside

Published in Issue 63.4: Fall 2024 You can purchase our Fall issue here. The return to the center sometimes takes detours, passing byretreating waters, heading towards large mammals, displacedseeds, a path of straw. So many days diverted for a shadow. I wait to recognize a reason, a meaning.At the boundary: mute hands. In the face: all

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Published in Issue 63.4: Fall 2024 You can purchase our Fall issue here. The return to the center sometimes takes detours, passing byretreating waters, heading towards large mammals, displacedseeds, a path of straw. So many days diverted for a shadow. I wait to recognize a reason, a meaning.At the boundary: mute hands. In the face: all

The Dream

Published in Issue 63.4: Fall 2024 You can purchase our Fall issue here This nocturnal butterflyglides over our headslike a vulture over a carcass.(Our model specimenexhibited here is the everyday dream.) Nevertheless,management promises by year’s end,or even sooner, maybe,a choice parcel of dreamsas many for men as for women. Five boxes of tsetse flieswere ordered the

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Published in Issue 63.4: Fall 2024 You can purchase our Fall issue here This nocturnal butterflyglides over our headslike a vulture over a carcass.(Our model specimenexhibited here is the everyday dream.) Nevertheless,management promises by year’s end,or even sooner, maybe,a choice parcel of dreamsas many for men as for women. Five boxes of tsetse flieswere ordered the

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