Rachel Custer

Rachel Custer

  BOAT   All day the sky is a closed fist. All day the maple leaves upraise their silver palms. All day the pregnant air. The...
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James Hopkin

“Crushed by fear and foreboding on one hand, and, on the other, by an SSRI-induced compulsion to acquire, your alphabet has gone numb, your words have resigned, not a trace of rebellion remains about your phrases.”

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Norman Finkelstein

No, we will not speak of it. Not / at present.

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Jonas Hajek

I don’t know how and why I should even tell you, / since time has only heightened our estrangement, / that you’ve made me a man.

Naomi Huan

Naomi Huan

your father loves us / too much / for flowers / she said

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