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POETRY
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THREE POEMS by David Winter
STORYBOARD We spent her sixteenth, my seventeenth summer perched on a porch, talking out our love for her man. I had little language. She was luculent. We worked back through wrong things, arriving before him. Her mouth opened, black as a movie reel—I do not want to project. She storyboards:
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SELF PORTRAIT AS TEENAGED BOY BEATING SWAN
by Colleen AbelSometimes you have enough– the cob, the pen twining their necks to hearts, all that fidelity. The dank pond by the council flats, like it’s bloody Windermere. You only wanted to wreck that love-shape they were making.
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TWO POEMS by Danez Smith
SLOW TWERK or how to tame a brushfire or how you get on his last nerve & juke on it or how he breathes while he dreams of a mouth full or how the war was won when you got him limp
FICTION
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