Number 35 / Spring 2019
Edgar Garcia / Tess Brown-Lavoie
Ariana Reines / Erica Hunt / Suzi Garcia
Blake Butler / Laura Sims / Wendy C. Ortiz
Rachel Levitsky / James Tate / Desirée Alvarez
Amy Lawless / Sam Truitt / David Blair
Leah Dworkin / Abby Minor / Bonnie Chau
Read a letter (of sorts)
from Fence editor Rebecca Wolff
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ISSUE IS SOLD OUT
PUNDIT: What do you recall about the darkness? THE OLDEST LIVING ASTRONAUT: Absolutely everything. Between commercials for brain insurance, the only major news channel still remaining reports the discovery of a significant new planet: one, they say, that on its surface looks exactly like our own. It seems ridiculous at first, seeing photos so much like those we have come to know as Earth presented onscreen as somewhere else, somewhere unknown, and alongside infographics that explain its present distance of hundreds of millions of light years away from where we are; and yet the longer that we look and […] Read More
1. HI Hi, I’m a new self-driving car. I drove all the way to this poem. I love this poem b/c I ♥ collaborative spaces where team members can work in teams to innovate and discover applications. Hi, is it done yet? Can I touch it? I pray for the poem to get bigger & discover life- saving applications. Hi, hi team! Look, this is my team. The team is standing on a most amazing pile of garbage, the team has redecorated libraries for the future. Hi, I’m a new poet. I the poet am a team I’m applying to all […] Read More
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EXCERPT: BLACKFISHING THE IUD
This week SeaWorld announced that it will phase out the orca shows at its San Diego theme park within two […]
Tremendous Vehicles
Mama wants to see something else but you know how blood is, tra-la-la, Mama’s driving us to the country ’cause she thinks we need some staid time, tra-la-la, driving by the rural slaughterhouse, tra-la-la. I’m missing the concrete where I wrote: I love me some concrete; miss the teasing traffic lights: go ahead, stop; tight fit of houses, tessellated apartments, looking in Sra. Guzman’s rooms to tell time from her closer clock.
Before Afternoon
She sat in a lounge chair with her long toes pointed towards the water. It was a Tuesday, she thought, but that didn’t mean anything. She reached for her drink. Mornings were no longer a time of day, just after she got up. She assumed it was still earlier than noon based on the angle and the heat of the sun.
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