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from “Dudeboy”

Steve Orth

This excerpt is from a short novel, “Dudeboy,” included in The Life & Times of Steve Orth, a collection of fiction and poetry forthcoming in October 2020 from Dogpark Collective.  Chapter 1 I’m at my apartment and I’m just chilling … Continue reading “from “Dudeboy””

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Ova und Mehr

Maija Timonen

In Germany, you can see trashy signs all over that summarize the commodity fetish with such acuity that describing them feels indulgent and derivative. I could never come up with anything so apt so who am I to try and … Continue reading “Ova und Mehr”

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Three Poems

Rosie Stockton

Follow Me trauma’d palm trees listening with the crawl space rat’s path toward ashes sniffing the home depot stones & methane drains to contain our watery sex & shit from flooding vice against the vined wire bordering where our pending … Continue reading “Three Poems”

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Three Poems

Brad Flis

Anthropocene The end of the world is so basic. Oh hey there’s Eugene. Hey Eugene! Recently she’s obsessed with death, she says. One death she studies is in manuscript template: Crowbar belle lettrist in a suite of marjoram. I’m sorry … Continue reading “Three Poems”

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Blood Pink

Kristin Grogan and Grace Lavery

The funeral parlor, body on slab, is the archetype of more than one branch of transsexual horror. Frankenstein is probably the most immediate resonance: a corpse, laid out prone, then meddled with by a deranged doctor, rises from the plinth … Continue reading “Blood Pink”

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Poem

Syd Staiti

today was the day   we were going to make it   all the way over to there   before we knew it—     “they should’ve done it differently”   “it was never there in the first place”   … Continue reading “Poem”

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Four Poems

Phoebe Glick

Nothing about Tomorrow How will it be different in the future? It probably won’t. Is there a future? There are the limits of the body: age / illness / something else not said out loud. For example, yesterday I couldn’t … Continue reading “Four Poems”

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Meals

Ryan Dobran

Anxiety is its own prolonged unreckoning this visionary script moves like an old hand shaking wild playtime kissed into the layers of muscle at home base no less than being still, we press on into the night   earnest garbage … Continue reading “Meals”

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