Outside, you can’t taste the sun. You know a beak is open because you can hear an animal hurting. It sounds both foreign and familiar. Organs flame beneath skin; the curled spine shrinks; it’s you who is crying—you fold into feathered limbs.
—Kat Roland

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Nanny was at the threshold and would they even make it in time, which was the planning aspect: had they not stopped for coffee in midtown, Selma, they wouldn’t be tailgating the grim reaper

—Andrew Ibis

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if it's possible make us so small / we can hover like gods / in a spray of Windex
— Aurora Lee Shimshak

Who knows, maybe I'm already living
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The body is a technology of the soul: translator of light and darkness.
—Patrick Clement James

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Artwork by Yulia Bas. Click through for an interview with the artist and web gallery.
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