Issue 170

Summer & Fall 2026

Image from Blur Diary by Julia Anna Morrison

Fiction Brittany Price Fiction Brittany Price

Fate Weaver

The best I can figure, what happens when you die is you’re stuck alone in a bunch of places you knew in your life, and they’re stuck exactly how they looked when you were alive, and you have to make your own fun for the rest of eternity.

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Poetry Chelsea Dingman Poetry Chelsea Dingman

A Question of Archives

Let us not begin at the beginning, nor even at the archive, Derrida says.

As when I had a child after miscarrying, I began to see my father
everywhere. The deer he’d shot in the woods the winter before 
he died.

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Poetry Chris Ketchum Poetry Chris Ketchum

Prelude

Getting closer to the monastery,
Carla says she likes Camus’s idea
about the freedom of absurdity.

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Poetry Chris Ketchum Poetry Chris Ketchum

Koan

What are the contents of a statue’s mind?

A cardinal picks at dry cow shit
in a pasture bordering the monastery.
Blue-veined mushrooms
poke out of the dung like periscopes
from the underworld. I’m told
I’m better off without my thoughts,
but what’s a mind without them?

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Poetry Jordan Escobar Poetry Jordan Escobar

Making Love to Strangers

Be not forgetful to entertain strangers:
for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.
‍ ‍​​​Hebrews 13:2

Why in the slick black of night
does Pegasus, the donkey
we attached to the crossties,
return to me? He had a festering

wound on his left hock, and every
morning we shaved away the overnight
hair growth while dodging his hoof
to flush the gash. It was from a bite

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Poetry Donald Platt Poetry Donald Platt

Nights & Days

Because it’s gotten cold 
near dawn, I put on the DaRucci black leather jacket that Valerie 
bought me in Greenwich Village 

for my birthday. It’s lambskin. “Butter-soft,” as the salesman kept saying. 
That weekend 
we went to MOMA to see the Joan Jonas show. I remember

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