Stefan Boskovic

  FASHION AND FRIENDS   The two of you stand in front of the fitting room, he has a pair of trousers in each hand and raises and...
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Joshua Burton

I hold him heavy against my breast / As he drains me. // The essence of male and female. / This, almost unspeakable, ails me.

Julia Butschkow

Tomorrow morning he’s leaving. There’s no way back. I’ve tried to talk him out of it. But he’s determined to go. Again. And he knows I can’t understand why he does it.

Dorianne Laux

My brother doesn’t remember all of it / and I don’t either. Between us // most of that day is lost.

Joshua Boettiger

a man is swallowing his penis and turning into a flower. I thought I could sit down / and burn a hole through my suffering by sheer focus. I got distracted.

Devika Brandt

That year? I smell it mostly in the smoke of one long joint / after another in parked cars next to emptied pools / on summer days, days that burned into night, believing / one turn of the key and I could drive away.

Karel Sebek

in the auditorium of several neighboring windows / I see a single moth / as old and miserable as the world

Stephen Paul Miller

Kaddish is Aramaic for “holy.” / What could be more holy than a good person? / My mother put a magnifying glass up to God.

Author photograph by Gwendolyn Howard

W. Scott Howard

So now you know why I have a habit of collecting broken lines of code / For necklaces or passwords from handwritten recipes like darts dozing / In a traveling case.

Ryan Scott

Knausgård’s candor is key to his work’s appeal. While his audacity may make some cringe, his honesty – or apparent honesty – also has the capacity to beguile.

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