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In our inaugural issue of original essays, fiction, poetry, and art, we explore how technology impacts the human condition.
Read Moreby Makalani Bandele
take a feeling
black people ain’t really felt in 600 years,
say freedom
but, sing liberty.
by Nomax Jodevaski
Isn’t this like an empire or something?
What’s that mean if you can’t kill whoever
you want?
by Tyler Walicek
This article appears in our first print issue, Pattern Machines.
I have been swept up in many addictions over the course of my life, as we all have in one way or another. Yet few have been as insidious and bewildering as my entanglement in the compulsive loops that drive the modern Internet.
Read Moreby Prince Bush
The Asian Sheepshead Wrasse wakes
As a woman, rested as a man.
Fish are fanatical in their fervor for
Being vulnerable…
by Miles Klee and Madeline Gobbo
The man under the bed held his breath. The opening wasn’t wide enough for a body, but it looked like an escape. The man hadn’t heard the alarm in time to make his. The wobbly electric sobs made him want to call his mother. He would be late for their appointment, but he’d never intended to go.
Read Moreby Dakotah Jennifer
I am painfully aware of how alive I am… or am not. I am painfully aware of things ending & beginning. I am painfully aware of tiptoeing down the hall at night. There is no hall. There is no night.
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Part V: Keeping the Lights On
by Michael Malloy
I’m getting tired of using the word “technology” in this series. It feels so vaguely retrospective, like I’m referring to some historical phenomenon, and not, for instance, the laptop I’m writing on right now.
Read Moreby Dominick Knowles
Dominick Knowles is a queer poet and Ph.D. student in English at Brandeis University. Their areas of study include modernist literature, Marxist critique, and the poetry of the radical Left.
Read Moreby Dominick Knowles
half moon rising like a like moon rose,
dusk cooling a clamshell of dust
that settles around the earth
& the dusted earth flinches.
by Dominick Knowles
a splinter of light piercing me
from behind––
i move like a humbled bird across the floor.