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How I Drove the New Mexican Death Cart
This starts a while back when I was a kid and had lots of anxiety. Not only was I afraid of heights, I was afraid of the TV. The unlife...
May 6, 20179 min read


Gig
He’d offered me money to visit him daily, 6-7.30pm, weekends included, to give him a blast of the unnamable. That’s how he’d put it and I...
May 6, 20179 min read
C.K. Dawson
Boundaries The table is set. There is a chair in front of the ficus. There is a man in a sweater looking at a girl in a dress. We come to...
May 5, 20171 min read
Kathryn Merwin
Idlewild I. I find you in the soft wind at the edge of the wood at dusk. Your bones are China patterned, they blue your skin ...
May 5, 20171 min read


Jasmine Cui
WHEN THEY TELL ME TO IMAGINE THE AMERICAN DREAM I Imagine father slaking thirst with sweet sap of Changde river, puddled in mud caked...
May 5, 20171 min read
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