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A Triptych by Kyle Brosnihan
Kyle Seamus Brosnihan is a Filipino-American poet and playwright. Raised in Nebraska, he now lives in Brooklyn. He received his MFA in Poetry from Brooklyn College in 2022. His poetry has been published in Electric Literature, Apogee, Gordon Square Review, Beautiful Days Press, and elsewhere. He has poetry forthcoming in The Brooklyn Rail, The Margins,…
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II Poems by Jack Greer
Synopsis Reel flickers byof a flashing off-whitelike mucus.A great bigediting errorof a man standsfor a single frame. Fill in the blanks,the features of his face.Who placed him there,was it on purpose? The film slows and groans down,he steps onto the cutting room floor,then the moviemoves on to the next station. Industrial Estate Allsorts Low-set layerings…
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“Throne World” By Armoni Boone
[On Crafting A] Throne World “Opinor ergo sum” — — my pen singing in the same key as a birthday candle’s dulcet surrender a wailing mother, a cooling Glock, an emergency call to prayer, a kiss hello, a welcome home. Of all the realms hidden between your synapses, cherish the one that lets…
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“The Wisdom of Leaves” By Dawn Vogel
The trees, shedding, drop an accumulation of colored leaves across the forest floor. The animals, passing, observe their falling and interpret them like tarot cards. Those leaves make the shape of a Pegasus about to take flight. The birds take solace in the image, knowing their journey will be protected. Other leaves, in…
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“Desert Ghosts” by Deborah L. Davitt
cresting white dunes, a long, hot trek—watchsidewinders slither across the ghostly bonesof a prehistoric sea taste the alkali, the bitterness of lost waters against your thick tongue; the mirage in the distance taunts you with your thirst when you close your eyes plesiosaurs swim nearby— pressure bands your breath struggle upwards…
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“Metaphysical Memory Museum” by Avra Margariti
First, it was wine and an assortment of cheeses. Then a walk through the park, the jasmine air slithering mildly between them. Later, on her porch, when a younger couple might have kissed in fleeting secrecy, she said, “Can I interest you in a tour of my museum?” Yes, he said, and should he take…
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“Large Battles” by Margaret Karmazin
The Seezali ship is visible ahead, darting in and out of asteroids as it approaches. Its crew apparently believes they are invisible but we Kalahamar can see through any cloaking device. The ship is twice the size of ours, but this won’t matter once we employ the Contraction. The thing is to do so before…
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“Walking Ghosts” by Ella Wade
It was like this: she was there until she wasn’t In the time it takes for the sun to dip below the ground She left everyone Towards new sights and new sounds New quiet like quiet she’d never known before New darkness like the darkness behind your eyelids can’t hold a candle to She left…
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“Inheritance” by Sarah Edwards
I hold your image in between my thumb and forefinger. The white has faded and has begun to yellow. The black-inked you captivate my imagination. A moment is captured, unaware, and lost in thought on a bustling Ohio street. Tall man. Smart suit. Porkpie hat. A tie fluttering a second behind you in the Midwest…
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“No Longer” By Emily Kate Hastings
No-longer-living things are everywhere in this house. They shouldn’t be shocked by this. Not really. Not if they thought about it. No-longer-living things sit in their sinks too, and hide in their medicine cabinets, parade on countertops, loiter in corners of garages, and drape apathetically over chairs. Capitalist clutter fills up every curve of their…