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Remediation

Zachary Bos

The song of Cicadetta montana
is a static hiss, with irregular
lulls, and has not been heard in Great Britain
for twenty years. Thus conservationists
have sent out drones across the pastures, heath
and woods of the New Forest, to listen
and record what they hear. In the next phase

twenty one

Dillon Jones

my friends are real cool black men who like chocolate cigars
& dollar store vodka i tell them my white friend dave slapped
me they wont meet my eyes as i explain instead of gutting him

with one of amandas steak knives or peeling back his scalp with
a bottle opener as they say they wouldve done i sprinted six blocks
sunk to the floor of my apartment a teary heap pissed myself asleep

How Many Encounters

Anna Zumbahlen

Through what process of comparison should my attention fall on this heat
over milk

turning over velvet
The man in the next room has a cough in his ribcage

Insufficient that you should simply experience this exchange as time
Unable or unwilling to consider me head-on and also from the head down

Massachusetts Psalm

Rob Shapiro

     Here we find nature to be the circumstance
which dwarfs every other circumstance,
     and judges like a god all men that come to her.
            —Ralph Waldo Emerson

I’ve hunted your angels, tracked them
back through thunderhead and snow,

We're Laughing but We've Just Seen a Darkness

Christopher Salerno

After growing up I grew an ear
for that note of sadness hidden in laughter.

We assume all sorrow is redacted there.
We trust the mouth as a medium

but often the louvers of anguish
don’t make a good seal, causing the laughter