HOW THE SOUL DISCHARGES ITS EMOTIONS AGAINST FALSE OBJECTS WHEN LACKING REAL ONES // Brandon Lewis

Poetry

"The shameless doomsday pamphleteers who line the subway, arms outstretched,/ Entering my daydreams./ My right leg wrapped under her left, beginning to numb."

MORNING IN AMERICA // Kenan Ince

Poetry

"and Brownsville was swept away/ by a great wind, and the last hares/ in Pakistan buried themselves/ in the new glass. And he was glad,/ and he said more, more!"