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RT @casonsharpe: I wrote about the criminally underrated Clockwatchers for the latest issue of @cleojournal https://t.co/UiReIbQ3vE
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- 9 hours ago

RT @cleojournal: “One way to read this film is through its plot–its mechanical structure; the other way is through the lens of human time–i…
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- 10 hours ago

RT @emiliekneifel: @kehfinegan hum, a novella by @k8kush from @metatronpress. the hurt becomes a(n often petulant) hummingbird
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- 5 days ago

RT @GwenBenaway: in a world saturated in violence, care is the only action that can repair what wounds us.
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Emma Orlow

To be clear: I'm writing this not because I am in love with you but because you had a car and I love that in a man...

Sari Lightman

The last one, bewildered abandoned amongst the lesser stocks longing for seaforthia blooms a cluster of broad thatch of mountain cabbage, vegetable ivory...

Luis Neer

Every time we interact I am in the same place. The air is sparse, I am curled into a ball on a plastic chair, the stars are distant but there is no real space...

RE Katz

A call to weaponize instant rice because Disneyworld is all face: days come like error in the natural gas equation. Days come electrocuted once full of first ladies’ biographies....

Christian Brun Del Re

a thousand possibilities when you toss me your body a canvas for (me) (you) to dig (paint) (you said)...

Tessa Liem

I carry around a handful of tacks in my left breast pocket. I buy men's shirts so that I have that option and perform grammatical ellipses like because sartorial sexism...

Shweiry Zein

Is it wine that makes me feel light? Is it the music? I have heard that it’s a fluttering sensation-...

Alex McGill

my body opened and then closed, untrusting and undeserving on bike rides I let my mind wander ahead of me across the pavement...

Anoosha Lalani

I swallowed a seed from an orange tree and it grew and grew ever so slowly in the garden of my shrinking belly....

Nooks Krannie

When I called you an envelope, I expected a few loss of eyebrow hair. The flesh dome where your upper lip fights to meet an uneven grass bed, was a surprise....

Sarah Feldbloom

Yesterday my body slapped against the seat in a metal boat while I weaved around the final bowl of Arctic waters that G.O.D. slid southward...

Noah Cicero

I don’t know, at times, if you are really people, I know you are people, I mean, you aren’t walking on fours, and you wear clothes. ...