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ALL THESE VIOLENT...///TYLER

NARRATIVE...///BRADLEY

LUSUS NATURAE///CHEN

PIG IN BOOTS///GAYE

TEXARKANAN///GAYE

SWEEPING...///KLOCKSIEM

EVERYTHING...///KLOCKSIEM

PABLUM///KRAEMER-DAHLIN

AVALON...///LEMKE

BIG RADIO///NARDOLILLI

PEARL...///RIPATRAZONE

THOMAS...///RIPATRAZONE

ONE AND...///THIBODEAU

THE WORST...///THIBODEAU

DRAWINGS///NACE

ART///JONES

BEYER///\\\PATEL

HAWKINS///\\\OLIU

MCKELVEY///\\\RICE

BENDER/\COLUMBUS/\MCSHEA

GABBERT///\\\ROONEY

GEORGE///\\\PINEDA

CONVERSATION

TEXARKANAN J. A. Gaye

Constellations of ram’s horns—
His throat white on the hoofpocked

Barn floor. Winter, and the pores
Turning smaller still open, like jasmine

Our flowered tea blossoms;
Steam is a peace. A pax rusticana.

I’ll take you to the mountains of Arkansas
Assailant. Like a hoofbeat

Palomino, pack-worn, pliant
Pious. A buttoned-up nose, a navel.

Horsebacked, skin-bared,
Where the flora stop just so, like a suicide:

Frost-perfect; frost-burgeon

And fits his wrists through rotting slats,
To the snow peaked—
                                      Like Leo

Terrormonger.
You burst thing. You splinterwind.