Remixed Medical Notes After Strategic Obfuscation

Charles J. March IIIOctober 26, 2020

Orange Juice Withdrawal   33-year-old male with history of dependency since 2004 presents for detox. Patient has been consuming orange juice. He has ...

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boondock saints

alexis briscusoOctober 23, 2020

the poetry of your face when i look at it has dwindled and trailed off like you tend to when you don't know what to say. i have to field that reaction from you ...

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107 degrees

Austin DavisOctober 6, 2020

i’m sitting in the driveway at 6:24 pm running my hands through black gravel and Arizona flower bits i’m sad i need comfort but my face feels like a...

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I don’t care! I would rather sink than ask Brad for help!

Victoria NordlundOctober 5, 2020

After Drowning Girl, by Roy Lichenstein   So, this is not a satisfying conclusion to the blue-haired drowning girl's story. Roy didn't even bother...

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Dan, the Man

Megan Peck ShubOctober 1, 2020

Dan the Man keeps a polaroid in his desk drawer: himself at age 22, wearing jogging shorts, the really short kind from the 80s. His wife recently cut off all...

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watching gaslight on dvd

Erik FuhrerSeptember 29, 2020

death a gift a package a slit in the gowned night a slayer of well water curdling beneath the cross of your eyes as you fell and fell again   ...

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Grown Ocean

Matt MitchellSeptember 23, 2020

the problem with sunsets is they are infinitesimal and consecutive. and our bodies live in cars forever speeding to catch them. how ridiculous, to fear there wi...

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Any Fact of War Results in Death

Anthony AgueroSeptember 16, 2020

Oh America,   When have you been sure of any War. A man was lighting up a spoon, Some deadly honey, and you put a gun to his lips knowing he...

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How to Write a Poem by Not Writing a Poem

Kia Alice GroomSeptember 14, 2020

Six hair metal videos on an empty stomach. Optional head banging. A car ride in the rain with the windows down, radio up—that’s how the universe talks to ...

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Dianne

Delvon T. MattinglySeptember 9, 2020

Evenings find her lying flat, a slab of stone, smooth and chiseled, imperfect in the eyes she imagines fit snug in his sockets. When, in fact, he sees radi...

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Thoughts of Oblivion Are Difficult to Avoid

Stephen LangloisSeptember 8, 2020

failing the effort of feeling            the very idea of comfort discomforting       &...

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Three Prose Poems That Might Be About Cats

Benjamin DavisSeptember 1, 2020

1. It Follows   I stepped out for a cigarette this morning and an old Korean woman, clutching a gray and white Shih Tzu, stumbled into me, wild hair,...

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Death Left a Voicemail

H Kapp-KloteAugust 31, 2020

Death calls my cell phone at 8:45 (your phone’s always off in the morning). Soon people will gather, tears well in their eyes (it’s real but they’re also...

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Lost in an Airbnb, Latin Quarter, Paris

Cynthia GoodAugust 17, 2020

Yellow vests wave in the streets. And you, a tiny cardboard cut-out squeezed into an Airbnb you rented based on a photo taken with a wide-angle lens, the ...

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image-making

Lindsay HargraveAugust 7, 2020

(For Luca while we discuss moving to Boston or getting a cat) If we were to squeeze ash with all our might it wouldn’t make us jewelers. Just because ...

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TODAY I WAS RIGHT

Giulia BencivengaAugust 6, 2020

1. i adore the pictures of your little nephew smiling park’ed i think sometimes i can be a lawn ineffectual green trampled &nbs...

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Candida: Songs of Brain Yeast

Z. Arvind SwezyAugust 4, 2020

I. As fatigue crept in the gallery, brain cells remembered how Jesus had witnessed the totality of human sin in the garden of Gethsemane with relative ambiva...

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You Can Do Anything for Thirty Days

Anthony AgueroAugust 3, 2020

It’s likely that I cannot tell you anything About the way Georgia stars look like except Maybe from the depiction of an internet search. And I cannot recite ...

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In 1991, Your Letter Predicts the Future

Rita MookerjeeAugust 3, 2020

though I never met you or my other grandfather though I think I would like you more based upon the July letter that I now read, though you wrote it to my mot...

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The Machine Is a Mirror

Aaron HicksJuly 24, 2020

Eyes fastened to the LED screen as streaks of light reflect a dim picture starving from boredom I keep chomping down on byte after byte causing laughter a...

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I Can’t Sleep

Cole PragidesJuly 23, 2020

My limbs twist in bed. Streetlight glares through my window. My shades are open....

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Kiss me, Seymour, I’m Shook

Barracuda GuariscoJuly 22, 2020

The dinner won:        It’s not Wednesday it’s DiGiorno     killing present-tense   in Spahn Ranch where   I analyze my life in a perso...

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Quarantine Walks

Kelly MullinsJuly 8, 2020

It’s like you’re mad at me For expecting something from you I think As I pace listening to the soundtrack Of tram cars and trucks Bike bells From here...

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A GUIDE TO GOING OFF YOUR ROCKER

Hibah ShabkhezJuly 6, 2020

  Step 1: Prepare to spend each quarantine-morning locked in mortal combat with all the winged vermin in the city. Every time you open the window, some ...

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Birth Control Melodrama

Maria Santa PoggiJuly 6, 2020

The insulin resistance is blocking my bloodstream freeway. My blood sugar spikes and I find myself elated with a deity swimming in the clouds. When it...

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Natural Fact

E. Kristin AndersonJuly 2, 2020

(after The Mary Timony Band)   I was never good at climbing fences—the rust bites too hard into my skin to launch me from one side to the other ...

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retrospective on belonging

Sarah Sophia YanniJuly 1, 2020

do you understand my home? are your parents from this country? I am ten, there are too many rules, too many parts I can’t make sense of. how many aliens do you ...

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Please Pay Attention

Lucy ZhangJune 29, 2020

Because I had to listen to the water boiling so it wouldn’t spill over, I forgot to use the handguard of my mandolin, lost to the rhythm of peeling chayote–epid...

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WHAT’S LEFT

Taylor Byas and Madison ZehmerJune 26, 2020

On the walking trail, a breeze reels itself beneath the heat like a frothed-up tide,   delivers these words like a message in a bottle—It’s a d...

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Before Bed

Zac SmithJune 25, 2020

After you held my head and fucked my mouth until you came and then knelt down and ate me out until I came, you got up to wash your face in the bathroom. You wal...

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