February 2012
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The Hunt - Linda Liang
The rabbit on your plate seems to be writhing, but it’s the sauce, (boiled in it’s own innards, poor rabbit) that is truly alive, air rising towards the surface as it undulates, moves in perfect currents. The rabbit’s blood congeals around the curves of your fingers. You peer at it, such a strange and prostrate casualty - pupils like shattered compasses, directionless relics staring straight...
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Imagining Retreat - Joey Chin
10. You admit nothing, I deny everything. You are a man. I am just pretending. 9. What were those drawings? Is that your form of communication with me? Or is that how you make sense? 8. Your pencil lines are precise but scaled to your terms, I am lost in them. 7. It was in the early 2000s. Our concerns were parallel. We were worried; you about a promotion, I about graduation, both which happened....
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Paradox - Michael Soltero
it’s better to make lists, you told me, citing those old poems about the end of numbers, the beginning of time, the tall oaks- white bearded and drunk, gazing at the stars. i pointed out the troublesome hum of machinery which haunts all houses (previously we had only heard the mad howling of ink on paper and the wind outside growling) you said it’s the furnace’s fire dying out,...