by Steven Lazarov. One of the best feelings in the world / is calling a fucking pig a fucking pig / to their fucking pig face
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Philadelphia
by Ryan Boyd. In January’s tank / Winter lettuce opens / Its grotesque electric purple, Flukes and frills
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Speak of Revolution: A Review of The Situationist International: A Critical Handbook
Alexander Billet Debray’s words of praise also point to a stumbling block. Noted for his theories around “mediology,” or the study of how meaning is transmitted in society, Debray’s own work is (as he will freely admit) more often than not lumped into the vague and opaque field of “media studies,” under the watchful eye…
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My climate / Mi ambiente
by Jonce Palmer. Cop choppers have flown / more frantic lately. One soared / over me making noise / only ever made by jets,
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Why We Fight: An Interview With Shane Burley
Steven Monacelli interviews Shane Burley on his new book, Why We Fight: Essays on Fascism, Resistance, and Surviving the Apocalypse, out now from AK Press.
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Excerpt: Person of Interest
By R.M. Haines: The nation’s fantasy. Inside it, iridescent nets of fascia, plasma, cerebrospinal / fluid. Algorithms reading hormonal fluctuation, buying power, etc. What a / person is. What life becomes. (A bathtub filled with acid, a videotape in an
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Midnight in California
by Deven Philbrick. It is midnight in California / but it is three o’clock in my refrigerator. / I have never been to California.
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Sh’ma
by Ethan Milner: When Jews die, my father told me, we are supposed to say / a final prayer to God. It goes “Hear O Israel, our lord is God, God / is one.” We say this in Hebrew so that God understands it
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Breathe In, Breathe Out
by Luke O’Neil. An alarm went off at a hospital in California on the freezer they store the vaccine in and next thing they had twelve hours to get over eight hundred doses administered before they spoiled.
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Every man must overcome a whiteness within himself
by Neha Maqsood. By the pink draws of the quasi- / quilted curtains, the rough calluses / sluggishly lay down upon terracotta tiles
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