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Issue 29 | Fall 2023
Issue 29 brings flirty game wardens, nuns in a cavern, mysterious transmissions, the world’s youngest knife thrower, the names of Argentina’s rivers, streams, and lakes, the fountain of youth, gray dawns, and ferocious appetites. It’s about war, lies and misinformation, languages and language, erasures, brutal occupations, bad reasons for enlisting, and signs that refract so deeply we can’t trace their path back to the world. It’s about sinister radio signals from the fillings in your teeth or maybe over there among the trees.
Includes new work by James Nulick, Mary Burger, Denis Tricoche, Yuliia Iliukha and Hanna Leliv, John Gu, Iliana Vargas, Lena Greenberg, and Michelle Mirabella, Kelly Krumrie, Juan José Saer and Will Noah, Afsana Begum and Rifat Munim, Michael Loyd Gray, William M. McIntosh, Laura Zapico, Stella Vinitchi Radulescu and Domnica Radulescu, Skye Gilkerson, Adam Day, Ariana Den Bleyker, Justin Vicari, Rebecca Macijeski, Cletus Crow, and Ayshia Müezzin.
How to Keep Going
Rebecca Macijeski
“Let me tell you again. A new day is a new world is a new mind. There are a few constants: cerebral cortex, Irish breakfast tea, the way window light makes wavering star maps across the too-tired skin of my hands.”
How to Lose Your Fear of Death
Rebecca Macijeski
“Perhaps I’ll eat everything. Perhaps I eat everything and the hunger remains. What then? What more can I put in my body put in my mind put in my heart before next thing I know I’ll want the whole town on a bed of lettuce, my family tree deep fried.”
How to Paint the Sky
Rebecca Macijeski
“Why is the sky blue, but the clouds have so many different colors? It’s a signal question. When a child asks why is the sky blue what she means is suddenly I see the bigness of the world all around me like a thicket of knowledge I can’t get to the center of.”