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Fragments of The Sacrificial World
Porpoises feed every morning in the shallows
Martha Serpas
Other People’s Pain & Charade
Remember her eating pad thai and grimacing
Adam Scheffler
Extreme Close-up
All the things I love about his face come from movement:
Susan Rich
Physics & Green Room
Was Jesus materializing inside a locked room
Megan Wildwood
Happy Hour
I wasn’t supposed to touch the two glazed ceramic turtles
Tara Skurtu
Abramovic
The eyes are the edge of the central nervous system.
Rick Barot
Dentist, Mexico, 1959
The room was big, not small.
Alberto Rios
Charlotte
That was a malaise. We call that malaise.
Mark Dow
SUNDAY LUNCH AT MOM’S COUSIN DINNIE’S: JUNE 1969 | “ELEGANT,” SHE SAID
I hadn't yet recovered from a concussive first year teaching ninth-grade English
Wendy Barker
The Fourth Walk
Among the ruined are the ruins. Rules even skies can wreck in shreds,
Cole Swensen
The gap between
the platform &
Danielle Blau
Morning Hunger
Why not in the icy clarity of morning,
Stewart Moss
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