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  • Poems

    Two Poems

    father once felt he knew what cars explained with honks. even / while asleep, he made notes of their chatter-boxing

    By Albert Thomas
  • Fiction

    Some Other Place

    “Because he said that if he didn’t want to be here, he wouldn’t be here, you now think about that when he is not here.” They say, anyway,

    By Delphine Bedient
  • Fiction

    Saul and the Witch of Endor, or High Hopes for the Nightmare of History

    "Two days later the Philistines enter the city. Saul is at home looking at his oatmeal and white toast when Chief shows up at the door."

    By Pete Segall
  • Poems

    Expecting

    Presbyterian to the point of incomprehensible / after noon.

    By Julia Guez
  • Fiction

    After Action

    "Gunpowder clings to me like perfume... Did I shoot this man? No holes in him but mine."

    By Drew Pham
  • Fiction

    Structural Integrity

    "Jeanette went home and called Social Services, who said there was nothing they could do about it because eccentric behavior was not enough grounds for an evaluation."

    By Marléne Zadig
  • Poems

    Centerfold: Best Picture

    You see stars over my nipples—shoot me— / the cover girl, hands reaching

    By Dorothy Chan
  • Fiction

    Flash Fictions for the Weary Traveler

    "You want the wrong things."

    By Helen McClory
  • Poems

    Three Poems

    You who were baked Alaska melting and no one certain how to salvage the ruin.

    By Jess Feldman
  • Fiction

    Truly

    "You can imagine the look on the poor lawyer’s face who first worked on this with us. Bless you, Jason. You deserved every penny."

    By Meg Charlton
  • Poems

    Two Poems

    When I took you / in my hands I tore you up and lost my hope.

    By Meghan Maguire Dahn
  • Fiction

    Nadja on Nadja

    "I would like my pictures to look as if a human being had passed between them, like a snail, leaving a trail of the human presence, memory trace

    By Tsipi Keller
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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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