spring 2018
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Trump As a Fire Without Light #665
Darren C. Demaree
The Path Discoverer
Taylor Bond
He Ring Liar's Dice Confluence Derek Thomas Dew
an understanding
Natasha Zarin
Sea Room / The Adrift
Exhibit / Queer
Lynx
Joseph Spece
Push
Armamentarium
Adrienne Gruber
Like André Derain
David R. Dixon
Wet Parable
Duck
Carver
Nathan Curnow
First Ultrasound
Second Ultrasound
Stephanie Yorke
drowning man is not a superhero
Aidan Chafe
Grim Reaper in Therapy
Brandon Marlon
Synonyms For Shelter
Jill Talbot
Naming
Cow Field
Danielle Hanson
Ice Skating in Holland Carol Hamilton
Dear Chepe
Wilbur
Melissa Weiss
Cracked Fabergé Egg Of Yes
Lauren Turner
Never the Desired Absence
Nick Alti
Trump As a Fire Without Light #665
I have begged the mountain to fill the valley, and the rivers to kiss the desert. That was pointless. I can carry rock. I can carry buckets of water. I have a whole life to slightly shift the gradient of the world I see. It will be so wonderful to feel my body release these fists into the wind, and then to join the wind completely. That is enough map for the rest of the beautiful intent.