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By: Jake Bailey Shaved to the scalp, I free my head of its adornments, electro-chemo littering the floor in white ...

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By: Elder Gideon …Ay que destino, How destiny para ponerse a llorar can make one weep ...

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By: Stuart M. Terman Driving east this afternoon to visit. We last hugged at the Cedar-Green BP station. Arrived simultaneously,...

By: Josephine Pino Blue base and feathered gold light sprouting agave violent flames toss pent up heat My cheeks catch hot and flush...

By: Mark Gordon She is a daughter of Moscow, the cathedrals, the squares. She is a vein of marble in one of its statues, a fuchsia streak...

By: Alene Terzian Debrief Did you stand on a chair, a stool, a footrest? Did you kick it away and think, oh shit? Did you slip, steel...