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Issue 73
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Editor's Note
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POETRY
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FICTION
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BOOK REVIEW
- David Rigsbee reviews The Hatred of Poetry
by Ben Lerner - David Rigsbee reviews Gruel
by Bunkong Tuon
- David Rigsbee reviews The Hatred of Poetry
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MUSIC
Issue > Poetry
Sounds Heard from Inside the Ashes Box
Dull cardboard of a photo propped,
bottom edge a woody thunk.
Top edge a click on the plastic box.
The flesh of a hand sweeping air,
the swish of a vase removed,
the faucet rooms away—
some shuffling rearrangements here—
Something glass, with a heavy base.
The ant-feet of dust.
A match strike and incense suspending its ash.
Now footsteps gong the floor
and clay beads rattle their dish.
A door closes near me, and up through
the feet of this cabinet, I vibrate at the wall.
I once studied stars and knew mountains.
I once made a painting in blue and black ink
of the moon tangled in pines.
I once watched the fish in the pond
a whole afternoon
and thought I'd wasted time.