The Last One Who Wasn’t a Rabbit ↗︎
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You devoured my parents, relatives, and close friends. Give them back to me. But who are “you”?
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Among the Ruins: Two Poems by Damon Hubbs ↗︎
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Destruction is the cause of coming into being. A taxi in Africa waits in the red hills.
Read the poems →I Don’t Know When to Stop Reading and Start Writing: Jeremy Fernando in Conversation ↗︎
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“I can only write, read, and leave it to be read. That is the risk of writing.”
Read the piece →To See the Sun Again: Two Poems by Tukur Ridwan ↗︎
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I can tell what a war tastes like. Not until I let hot bullets burn my tongue till I lose my taste for life’s goodies. Not until I’m skinned of yesterday's grace.
Read the poems →Mr. & Mrs. Goodwin ↗︎
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“Maybe it’s none of our business,” I said to my wife. “Maybe it should be?” she replied.
Read the piece →Blacking Out During the Midterm Elections: Two Poems by Justin Karcher ↗︎
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I lit a cigarette and checked my phone. America had attacked Iran.
Read the poems →Literary Taste and Its Limits ↗︎
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To put it more plainly, it wasn't a style he particularly liked. But what made him hesitate was that he thought the poem was quite good within its own style. "Solid, patient," he said.
Read the piece →People and Places: Three Poems by Lorraine Caputo ↗︎
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He plays a guitar, hoarsely singing for small coins scattered.
Read the poems →ILA ↗︎
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She was the leading lady of her own life, but never quite the Bollywood heroine. She didn't mind watching them.
Read the piece →Wallace Stevens’s Jar and Redbicycle ↗︎
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An otherwise ordinary jar, because of a change in its position, became the visual centre, thereby changing the order of the entire space. This was also, in fact, a change in ideas and in the order of the inner world.
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