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From the magazine:Doggerel

By Tomás Q. Morín
If I have one chance 
to write to you like Chance 
the Rapper or Mac Miller 
then I wish I had a tiny desk 
with a band behind me 
decked out, low tech, 
like the Delfonics 
or a gospel choir 
singing higher, higher 
as I say these lines for you, 
with you, like a bus full of us 
smiling when I tell you 
that I love you 
like an orange cat
saying…
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From the magazine:Fighting Weight

By Tomás Q. Morín
The first thing I typed was, “Stretching is serious business”
but I knew right away Lance would never…
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From the magazine:Enter Shadows

By Dalia Taha
Translated By Sara Elkamel
Then I saw the shadow 
of the massive cypress tree
split the queue of cars in two. 

How can a neighborhood…
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From the magazine:Grief Lessons

By Emily Skaja
No one stole your money.
No one stole your whole heart
then climbed into a stolen plane
and stole away into the night
to disappear entirely, stealing
darkness itself, then dawn.
What name would you even call
into the shadows between
here and gone, yours and no one’s,
what color could you give it,
this shade of something
slightly less than …

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