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Past One O’Clock
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Marlene Dumas’s Metamorphoses
By Larissa PhamIn bed some nights, too tired to read, I lie on my side with my phone plugged into the wall and scroll through Instagram. Lately, perhaps because of the algorithms, process videos of illustrators painting have risen to the top of my feed. My favori…
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The Birth and Death of the Sun
By Jim CarrollNow the trees tempt / the young girl below them / each moves off the other’s wind ...
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Farm Implements and Rutabagas in a Landscape
By John AshberyThe first of the undecoded messages read: “Popeye sits in thunder, / Unthought of. From that shoebox of an apartment, / From livid curtain’s hue, a tanagram emerges: a country.”
From the Archive, Issue 41
Poetry
Westland
By Charles BaxterSaturday morning at the zoo, facing the lions’ cage, overcast sky and a light breeze carrying the smell of peanuts and animal dung, the peacocks making their stilted progress across the sidewalks. I was standing in front of the gorge separating the human viewers from the lions. The lions weren’t caged, exactly; they just weren’t free to go. One male and one female were slumbering on fake rock ledges. Raw meat was nearby. My hands were in my pockets and I was waiting for a moment of energy so I…
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Fiction
Little Expressionless Animals
By David Foster WallaceIt’s 1976. The sky is low and full of clouds. The grey clouds are bulbous and wrinkled and shiny. The sky looks cerebral. Under the sky is a field, in the wind. A pale highway runs beside the field. Lots of cars go by. One of the cars stops by the side of the highway. Two small children are brought out of the car by a young woman with a loose face. A man at the wheel of the car stares straight ahead. The children are silent and have very white skin. The woman carries a grocery bag full of someth…
