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Jerri Jerreat

The café was a wide hallway in a refurbished century home. It had Doric columns at the entrance and stained-glass windows in the doors. It was all offices now, walls moved around, glass doors upstairs, very sleek.

from Clues - Batch 2

Henry Walters

Dear Kid,

Of grammar’s simple machines, I’ve decided that the CLUE is the simplest. A conjunction of time’s sentences. It joins them—well, dreamily, if not in fact.

Self-Similar

J. R. Gerow

How do they feel?

I said, when they see that wave coming, they start to panic. Some of them throw their bodies in front of the sandcastles – these meticulous, towering sandcastles they’ve built all day . . .

from Clues - Batch 1

Henry Walters

Dear Kid,

Emphysema, or the wisdom teeth emerging, or love: what goes on inside a body is always an elaborate, painstaking development, a one-act play in a black-box theater for an audience of one. Changes happen slowly, mostly, & we are slow to mark the change.

Pi Enumerated to the Twenty-eighth Digit

Henry Walters

The mathematician sits. She sits in the abstract. Abstracting, she considers a form. A form like a poem that works in two directions at once.

J.J. FTW

Karen Tucker

First things first: don’t start. Maybe you think you have the willpower to be a tourist, to chip on weekends, on payday, when you’re stressed out because your mom phoned you up asking you to send her another moneygram . . .

How to Speak to a Materialist

Henry Walters

People are always asking, “What would you sculpt were you a sculptor?”

What would you in the barbershop.

What would you in the train station.

Walk past the vines, past the orchards

Meltem Gürle

“The train is delayed,” said the woman.

“Let’s go and have a beer.”

The man lifted his bag off the floor and slung it over his back.

Hunting Strategy

Henry Walters

Axiom: you can’t throw anything out of a moving Automobile that doesn’t partake of the nature of the Automobile. If you’re going 60, so’s the apple core.

The Baby Octopus

Rainie Oet

The baby octopus in my shirt drawer missed the ocean, but she doesn’t know how to tell me that, so I don’t know, and go on petting her head gently morning after morning as I open the drawer and choose that day’s shirt.