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By Matthew RitgerAs devotees know, the theatrical release of Rush Hour 3 is non-canon. Blunderbuss makes its first foray into fan fiction.
By Leon ChangThrough reworked photographs & letters, we see the hidden branches of Valerie Marie Arvidson's family tree blossom into vibrant color.
By Valerie Marie ArvidsonDuring pregnancy, cells cross / through the flat disk of placenta / in both directions—mother // gives the fetus her body / and takes it back. They aren't one.
By Alex FabrizioNo more looking outside for good / this time. The resurrected dead can scratch / their hands to mash, puke against / the doors, rag their faded clothes stupid // but the
By Gabriella R. TallmadgeNot every casualty of war dies on the battlefield. When the fight comes home, how can a mother move on?
By Catherine TudishPoolside, an ocean’s distance from the coast / and village where I met you, learned the weight / of bagged cement, the reek of palm oil stirred / by children sweating
By Matt SumpterLiver, conch shell / of slick meat. // Colon, Siamese / boa constrictor.
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