by Isaac Black. I reached for my phone before I opened my eyes, a motion that had become automatic. It felt something like morning, and my awful, little screen confirmed.
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I’m not mad just disappeared
By Kamden Hilliard: What’s an hourly spent flirting dead / money into eclipsical “pain?” / Happiness offer e v e r y
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Recyclables
by Eric Williams “I probably should make a pilgrimage,” I answered. “He’s reckoned the best poet here.” “Best poet in Aznar Station?” Röntgen laughed and drained his coffee. “Well, I can arrange that too.” We strolled to the already bustling Plaza de los Pájaros. A long line had formed for the Axial. The cylindrical station…
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Calcutta
by Urvi Kumbhat. Blanched by sun. Wading home in knee-high water. / The muri man and roadside pharmacist and coconut seller / guarding their precarious wares as the water rises.
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in this economy
by Ava Hofmann: this colony is like a stand-up comedy routine but you are sitting /
down and i am not yet plotting to kill any senators.
cinemorphosis (for Hector Viel Temperly)
by PJ Lombardo: i arrive grinwrecked in a puddle of dandelions / and the passerbys jiggle their heads in shock– / a quivertree has grown two fat lips /
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Notes Toward the Restoration
by Ian Maxton: And then it will be as if you have just awoken from a strange dream. // Snow falling across the dark refracts the globes of streetlamps into halos.
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Alienation For My Peers
by Tongo Eisen-Martin Karl Marx warned that the ideological opiate of (theoretically) state-protected rights make our alienation of labor (and identity) acceptable, seamless, and at times euphoric; always institutional. Marx writes: “This crystallization of social activity, this consolidation of what we ourselves produce in an objective power above us, growing out of our control, thwarting…
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A Poem Turned Political
by Kevin Latimer. i wrote this poem in the bath. i stood there for many hours. my legs are wet. before this i ran outside around a shrub. the body hazards are so tremendous. i have to do manual labor because i majored in poetry.
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The Pest As Form
by Maru Pabón. As the maintenance of any given state of affairs depends largely on the ability to keep pests under control, animals are pulled into the category in relation to the processes of labor they disturb; the leaves they munch on, the shit they spread. If locusts troubled agrarian societies, it was because they devastated the production of goods around which the economy was centered.
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