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from Fugitives

Maxe Crandall

a body is one of the plants in this world a plant is one of the many bodies of the world next question what are tulips something in the desert resists tulips plain and simple a wave by height alone i fingered the foam from a boar’s mouth and tasted foam at her feet in […]

Seven Is for the Wonders

Sophie Linden

From a catalog of indigo  I made us  a carbon copy crowd. Working in the economies of winters I never found use for. Today with only an average circumference to pause as take this weight of my eyes and our connection enforced yellow.  Seven wonders in our worlds  of new releases, its milk and cookies.  […]

Mekoche

Mark Lamoureux

Beyond the nape of the mountain, where water is money: biochemical ritual in the cone of skin giving old true names to these exertions: the fluid of the air this reagent hollows bones for flight O pinion donor uncoiling in the curlicue of your human mind. Quills horns teeth; the marzipan pads of feet; the […]

Fairy Tale Museum

Lynn Schmeidler

When I was a girl I lost my virginity but I still have the box it came in. We had a young rapist for a gardener. I don’t know how I knew he was a rapist. It was _________ watching him rake the leaves without his shirt. Having a young rapist in the yard doing […]

The Ware Collection of Glass Flowers: Trial Specimens


Lauren Brozovich

The box is full of shattered glass. Imagine pink and whitish-pink glass shattered in a box. Another box filled with shards of blue glass— blues suffused into slivered petals streaked with lavender or cornflower-clear enamels. Another box filled with pulverized glass the shade of green glacial ice in full sun. Another box filled with powdered […]

Mark DeCarteret

sits for Alice Neel again, the sun, long bent on the sill, now stenciling his body through old lace. She cleans up his ankles from last week, seeing to the skin’s enraged green and a yellow, laid into with a knife, that looks like what wells at a lantern base. Isn’t it a little on […]

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