Issue 7

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Poetry

Outnumbered at 0
by Mary Jo Bang

The silent south, the workers quiet.
Listen. The pictured environment: An anchor tattoo
In amber, and a cold face like an equally icy chandelier at the top

Of the cage. It's April again. It's October. That's what I said.
It's over, like a ghost in the going to go, Okay, here's the door. See
The trim around the rectangle. Let's walk around,

Get closer to the center. Come over here, sister. Line up
For the photo. It's August. You have on sunglasses. It's February.
It's snowing. I know it keeps changing. You're wearing a jacket.

You're going, Okay, here's the door. See the trim
Around the rectangle. Walking around getting closer to the center.
No rain and yet you're dead center of an eddy.

Listen: We interfere with our own wrath
From the completely unknown inside of a cardboard horse.
I.e., Objectivity is overestimated.


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Focus Barren by Saadat Hasan Manto
Fiction Double Happiness by Mary-Beth Hughes
Poetry It Is Daylight by Arda Collins
Essay Sail On, My Little Honey Bee by Amy Leach
Fiction Are You Ready? by John Haskell
IYSSSS A Valentine to Darwin by Jillian Weise
IYSSSS Lincoln in His Grave by Peter Orner
Poetry Outnumbered at 0 by Mary Jo Bang