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Capitalism in CambodiaPoetry

Capitalism in Cambodia

Lawrence GeorgeJanuary 6, 2020

‘member seeing your little brother just outside Angkor Wat wearing your father’s face ‘fracted through a dented, busted rear view scooter mirror peeling plastic…

The red fantail is my favoritePoetry

The red fantail is my favorite

Rob BreedingJanuary 6, 2020

I sometimes think of Lazarus when I feed the seven fishes in my little pond, my sister coming back to life, asking how goldfish…

Is There Freedom in Forgetting or Being Forgotten?Poetry

Is There Freedom in Forgetting or Being Forgotten?

Andy PosnerJanuary 5, 2020

“A breathless Death is not so cold as a Death that breathes.” —Emily Dickinson I’m no Dante, lost though I may be, Nor you…

Setting PrecedentPoetry

Setting Precedent

Mike CasettaJanuary 4, 2020

The man swallowed 480 ball bearings. One sphere a minute during his last eight-hour shift. No unemployment lines for the human anchor sitting upright…

Big Orange SunPoetry

Big Orange Sun

Trish SaundersJanuary 3, 2020

Come to Italy and live in the sun, you write. Serenity is a giant orange waiting to be plucked from the gnarled tree near…

here’s why you do itPoetry

here’s why you do it

Lawrence GeorgeJanuary 3, 2020

write for the lost the fucked the insane most of us are never comfortable anywhere born into a boxer’s stance weak like fading orchids,…

Leaving the New Hope Farm HousePoetry

Leaving the New Hope Farm House

Sara ClancyJanuary 2, 2020

When moving was certain Anna pried off the old wrought iron bell and replaced it with a ghost. An evening echo to ring down…

My Co-Workers Are All GhostsPoetry

My Co-Workers Are All Ghosts

Susan PetersDecember 29, 2019

I stand, pale fine hands clasped over my long skirt and white starched apron - docent to strangers, in the kitchen of an ancient…

I have never known a Tasmanian…Poetry

I have never known a Tasmanian…

Delainie LittlejohnDecember 28, 2019

...though Darling took a charge for one once, and, thrusting her arm into a gum's hollow, she left us well behind to break it…

QUEPOSPoetry

QUEPOS

Martina Reisz NewberryDecember 27, 2019

QUEPOS * A chunk of a rare type of meteorite crashed into a Costa Rican village this spring. Experts say it likely contains clues…

What remains behindPoetry

What remains behind

Trish SaundersDecember 26, 2019

My state allows us to compost human remains I imagine a flower growing from your mouth violet or weed? who cares really— be a…

Sweet JanePoetry

Sweet Jane

Jenn ZedDecember 24, 2019

Jane from Hastings got me a 25g score of smack from some ex of hers we spread foil and crumble a small amount of…