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    Invocation

    The rental gear's here suss it / All out snare crack bass thunk / Pick squeal how does it feel / To be so far from home each

    By Harold Whit Williams
  • Poems

    Two Poems

    A spider dangles from under the airless, / rusted green radiator. / When I swing my hand across it, its string // sticks to my skin. It looks at

    By Daniel Kraines
  • Poems

    Step 9

    Even the men in the bar at TGI Fridays knew what foxes do to toddlers.

    By Nicole Callihan
  • Poems

    Improvisatory Jazz on the Sound System, Weekend C-Span on TV, People Inclined to Be Listening, Some Kind of Time Rounding the Clock

    A state senator from somewhere declares, None of these liberties mean much after you’re dead, though who knows what he said before

    By James Grabill
  • Poems

    Blackness as a Compound of If Statements

    And if your parents decided to split, say I am a // statistics major. And if you had trouble making white friends stay that way, say /

    By Cortney Charleston
  • Poems

    Three Poems

    The colossal sun in the rearview was a heartthrob

    By E.C. Belli
  • Poems

    Four Poems

    When the grass is still matted down / from a body, you comb it over each day / so it will stay in shape; you mold to it,

    By Ryann Stevenson
  • Poems

    Two Poems

    Your blessed to be even to be / shoulder talk to me, even your prove it blame and bless.

    By Jay Deshpande
  • Poems

    Retired Architecture

    father / dreams of / the fountain / he visits / he stays / he looks into its center / thinks he sees a world

    By Zuzanna Juszkiewicz
  • Poems

    Rappelling

    My mother finds out about the child I did not have from Facebook. This is how regret arrives: in the arms of machines.

    By Emily O'Neill
  • Poems

    The Topography of

    The you in a stranger’s bed, / closing your eyes once / thinking only ocean.

    By Keegan Lester
  • Poems

    Three Poems

    A woman plants / my name in her bone / but will not tell me / when rain is coming

    By Hafizah Geter
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We are Blunderbuss Magazine, a web magazine of arts, culture, and politics, an ordnance of fire and improvisation. What ties together these essays, stories, poems, photographs, comics, and other bits of aesthetic shrapnel is a common attitude of visceral humanism. We aim for earnest noise. We want to splash in the mud of lived experience, to battle for a radical empathy, and to provide a megaphone to howling assertions of human subjectivity.

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