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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: NO

from NO By Ocean Vuong TORSO OF AIR Suppose you do change your life. & the body is more than a portion of night—sealed with bruises. Suppose you woke & found your shadow replaced by a black wolf. The boy, … Continue reading

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A Review of Rachael Lyon’s The Normal Heart and How It Works

A Review of Rachael Lyon’s The Normal Heart and How It Works By Kirsten Clodfelter Beyond the page in human form, Rachael Lyon is petite and funny and kind. She speaks patiently and with near-constant laughter. She is bright, warm-spirited, … Continue reading

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A Review of Delaney Nolan’s Shotgun Style: A Diagram of the Territory of New Orleans

A Review of Delaney Nolan’s Shotgun Style: A Diagram of the Territory of New Orleans By Christopher Lowe Early in the title story of Delaney Nolan’s chapbook Shotgun Style: A Diagram of the Territory of New Orleans, the narrator describes … Continue reading

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Drinking with British Architects

A Not-Very-Objective Review by Raul Clement Recently, poet Jeff Laughlin sent me a copy of his first collection, Drinking with British Architects. This is a chapbook of less than 50 pages that went through a press run of 100 copies … Continue reading

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Let x, by Chad Simpson

Let x by Chad Simpson Let x equal the moment just after he tells her he’s starting a club for people who know something about computers. It is summer, 1984, and this is their grade school playground. She is idling … Continue reading

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“How To” by Aaron Burch

How To by Aaron Burch Remember the myth of looking directly into the sun. The milk cartons cut into a makeshift periscope. Remember your brothers and sisters having to turn away, their eyes too weak. Forget their fall, the push, … Continue reading

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