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Against Surrealism | Anima
The human heart weighs ten ounces, but I don’t know if it can float. I don’t suppose it makes sense to say I feel like
Christopher Kennedy
Kintsugi and We Did Not Murder One Another
t will be spring sometime, when the autumn dies, when the thaw melts.
Margo Berdeshevsky
Dirt
Just after Wierex etched a toddler Christ
Linda Bierds
Car Trouble
I watch the engine start to burn
Charlie Clark
Guitar & Lantern
The boy with prosthetic limbs is the flame
Bruce Bond
Two poems translated from Spanish by Adriana Scopino
What a fire is kindled in the windows
Concha Lagos
In which I am confronted by a superhero
I’m hitting fast forward to skip the gruesome bits of an Icelandic mystery
Olya Kenney
The Minefield and Uncanny Daddy
In the hospital after so strangely
Charles O. Hartman
Security: A Q & A
What was your favorite part-time job? What do you
Lynnell Edwards
(Blessed Are) They Who Preserve
These glass jars are houses for little Human Acts.
Danielle Blau
Debris
I love those spirits
Lola Ridge
Ever Wish We’d Gone Beyond Being Friends? and My Auto Dealership
You asked. I’m remembering the vacation island
Scott Withiam
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