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Peter Teal
    In Conversation With Anselm Kiefer

Julieta Caldas
   Angel Noise
A rabbit flopped out of god's palm tonight, as if to say
We are in the middle days of some quite improbable times.
It looks bad but this isn't exactly the half of it –
I am reaching out to tell thee.

Everyone was busy making the nightly rounds,
The grand tour of foamed glass on wooden tables
Pouring out modest thirds of their bedroom terror.

The tears welled in waves that didn’t break:
Bunny, we are spending our lives with strange people.
Fucking and not being changed by it.
The theory is attention as absolution, 
Romance at best as cold hand upon forehead. 

We are only quaking animals in jackets borrowed from heaven.
We could stand to get beside ourselves
But it's hard, and so much lasts forever
That who in the living water will bubble the glass?

When she hopped up her lilac stairs to the clouds,
It rattled the gold in our tankards.
Like a bell she said I will be down soon, and won't forget you.
I write hymns for the deficient.

In the sky she left a neon sign, implying
Something like “fear’s such a strange conclusion.”
The glow of it reflected in our wobbling eyes.

We were part of a soon-to-be no-longer-ongoing situation,
Having an easy life and a peaceful day.
Things were about to end that had not started.
What she said we knew we would never remember –
That's what was tight about it.
Julieta Caldas
    If Not

There are two ways to think,
both bad – 
one thing has to or anything can 
happen. 

Before we’d been going to bed
at the same time alone. 
Tram tracks vibrated like phones 
on each of our streets. 

I didn’t remember the dream 
while it was unfolding. 
Now I’m awake and he’s all around 
mowing the lawn and washing the pavement. 
The yard was an experiment in time.
The night was, in seeing something through. 
How sharp & bright the day is after that.
Jane Dabate
   Seasonal Dresses


Ulyses Razo
   Spring

  Personal Life

Zans Brady Kohn
   We Ran Away

    
T.C. Hell
   
Houses have creaked a long time                   

Colton Karpman (Founding Editor)
   Editor’s Note


Dilara Koz (Art Director)

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