EQUUS by Fara Spence

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Equus. We called him Equus, a black horse bucking inside a desert corral because he wouldn’t be broken. He was still feral, they said. Stubborn as a mule. Later we discovered a group of wild...

I PRETEND NOT TO LOVE YOU by Viviana Viviani, Translated by Giuliana Barile, Angela...

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. Fingo di non amarti by Viviana Viviani Fingo di non amartirispondo tarditi faccio aspettaremi sento scaltrase sbaglio appostail nome dell’altramostro indifferenzadistrazione e assenzadico: “stiamo insiemefinché stiamo bene,viviamo il presentesenza promesse”,sotto queste sciocchezzeda donna cresciutatengo nascostala...

THEORY OF RELATIVITY by Abena Ntoso

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Greetings to Hannah S. Jones Dear lovely daughter, Let us always expect full respect, nothing less.People will offer us much less at times,even hurl disrespect at uslike fire and ice. We have inherited tears. If you are able...

TO OUTLAST by Michele Parker Randall

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To Outlast The last cigarette clutched at my fingers, stretchedmy lungs, and drew smoke into me, hide-n-seek- style. It’s been a while; my doctors tell me notlong enough, not lung enough, and quite frankly, I am fine...

ONLY STARS by Peycho Kanev

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Only Stars When I look back,I always do itnot with a smile, but with astonishmenton my face. I remember the time,when I was little kid and thenthere still were old people who were from another...

PARABLE OF THE FATHER by Kimberly Nunes

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PARABLE OF THE FATHERby Kimberly Nunes  FACING DUENDE Dusk shadows of branches and leavesare timorous patternson the golden wall.Inside her head she swimsa red river as violet eyes driftin and out of context. Again, she is luminous haloabsorbing...

GASLIGHTING by Amy Gautschi

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GASLIGHTINGNothing can be found hereThere is no space to growThe walls are moving closerI don’t know where to goUp is to the leftExcept when it’s to the rightOutside the sun is shiningBut in here...

CARDINAL SINS by Kushal Poddar

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Cardinal Sins One cardinal cheepsNear your sinful pane,Open in summer wind, Near your bedpost failingTo disentangle the white shirtOf the other man. You wearThe black boxers, not yours. One sweeping finger can shiftA paradigm, alter a filterThe...

CHICAGO by Elsa Pair

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Bloodletting Bloodletting,but for the rage. If I cut open my chestsurely all that will come out is the rage, spilling down my frontlike vomit or molten lava. If I hold it in any longerthe fever will kill me, and...