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The 80s Were the 50s

by Sean Hanrahan They wanted you to believe it was the ‘50sthose ‘80s purveyors of Teen Beat, Tiger Beat, Bop, and other idol mags replete with pinups of cherubic porn stars in popped up collars posed against the ubiquitous woodsy backdrop every mustachioed photographer knew and loved, or in front of perfectly manicured lawns with the perquisite white picket fences and blurryContinue reading “The 80s Were the 50s”

IF I WROTE THIS IN THE BLACK FOREST, WOULD YOU READ IT?

by Shannon Elizabeth Hardwick First thing’s first. I want your body. I imagine a door. You are in the room making jokes about how absurd you look in a plain t-shirt. We haven’t seen each other in over a decade. I want the Danube to part and reveal our bones, delicate curves of mollusks. I want the BlackContinue reading “IF I WROTE THIS IN THE BLACK FOREST, WOULD YOU READ IT?”

Daedalus’ Second Son

by Sarah ChristianScher I built your brother wings:wax and feather they were,white as cloud they were,and he flew away from me.Until, sun-scorched, he felltaken by the sea. For you, my son, I built a cage:wire and driftwood it is,white as bone it is,and you will remain with me.Until, time-withered, you falltaken by an endless sleep.Continue reading “Daedalus’ Second Son”

Bitter Offering

by Warren C. Longmire And here’s to disastrous news and the grace of each arc of decay: An ejaculate of oil burps from a crack in the earth. Some laughter pierces a distant uncle’s funeral, harsh and young. Your boyish spectrum blooms through jean skirts. My toy microscope was stacked with grass, scab and boogie slides. Later, high,Continue reading “Bitter Offering”