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Boris Dezulovic

  THE RED DEVIL   It is nothing new under the sun that some children are afraid of school, but no one was quite so afraid of school...
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Friday Pick: What Poets Are Like

The best essays here express frank opinions about the struggles of being a poet in a society that cares more about twerking than trochees.

Jack Underwood

Re: Word: Jack Underwood

Why not try / to understand this thing you are doing: how the dog came to be dead / and you came to be dragging it, what this means to you and where is it / that you are going?

Larissa Tokmakova and Kristen Kosmas in THERE THERE.

Kristen Kosmas – Part 5

Between all things / that appear to be touching, / that appear to touch, / there is still space.

Rachel Zucker

Rachel Zucker

I run down the street and find the top part of the stroller. Filled with dread, I turn the stroller basket over. Inside are those three terrible babies, unharmed.

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Jeffrey McDaniel

I read you // thirteen year-old girl pinned down by your friend’s / nineteen year-old brother in a basement and excavated / as your favorite Crosby, Stills and Nash song / plays cruelly over the speakers. I read you housewife / with a crushed starfish in your belly

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Joaquin Perez Azaustre

As the speed of his strokes diminishes, his consciousness likewise grows calm, his perception broadens, and it is then that he remembers that this afternoon he will go to his parents’ apartment—only his mother’s for some time now—to look for any kind of clue as to her whereabouts: whether she’s taken off on some sort of journey of initiation as secret as it is belated, or whether she’s just vanished.

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Friday Pick: George F. Butterick

Butterick's poetry, while often open-ended, shows a wit and a lust for life that is rare in much of the poetry of his era.

Willie Davis

Re: Word: Willie Davis

Like this man, like my father, like any of us who deal in memory, I had to confess what I knew. People don’t come back, and they wouldn’t recognize us if they did.

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Kristen Kosmas – Part 4

All of the electricity in the city goes out at this point and there is a kind of mild panic.

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