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02.20.18
when it happens to you : little white commas
An Excerpt from My Red Heaven
The iridescent blue butterfly flits free of the airship and is catapulted high into the silver light by a rogue gust of wind. [...]
02.13.18
Seven Poems
From Suspension
call me   some never mind     precisely     little interest
off circulation     growing about the mouth         damp I [...]
01.30.18
A Coalescence
From that distance its rifts and fusions across a theater of inexplicable ages sown in [...]
01.23.18
Three Poems
All the fowl, land animals, and fish fear him.

Muslims assert that he had an infidel wife named Waila,
who died in the Deluge, and was thus not aboard the Ark. [...]
01.16.18
Three Poems
To sit with you
 among the starlings,
 yellow-eyed,  their
  paths hieroglyphic, and
 throw some crumbs our way. [...]
01.02.18
A Sickening, Bucolia
I left him in the wilderness, the scrag that’s left of wilderness—plastic bag choking the gatepost, Styrofoam snow in the farmyard. The wilderness drips down my legs. Mercury, moonlight, multinutrient fertilizer. What we pour on the land in nostalgia. [...]

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Vol. 69
Being Bodies
Fall 2017
Edited by Bradford Morrow

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An Excerpt from My Red Heaven
February 20, 2018
The iridescent blue butterfly flits free of the airship and is catapulted high into the silver light by a rogue gust of wind.
From Suspension
February 13, 2018
call me   some never mind     precisely     little interest
off circulation     growing about the mouth         damp I
January 30, 2018
From that distance its rifts and fusions across a theater of inexplicable ages sown in
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The Bard Fiction Prize winner and National Book Award finalist Karan Mahajan reads from his work.
Monday, February 26, 2018
2:30 pm
Campus Center, Weis Cinema