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2015 Quiet Lightning
artwork Danielle Genzel
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To Whom It May Concern, Red, and The Subject from The
True Patriot by Gloria Frym, forthcoming from Spuyten Duyvil in
Fall 2015
Every Super Painful Thing That Isnt Dying by Colin Winnette
first appeared in Midnight Breakfast, Issue No. 7
Risk by Kathryn Ma first appeared in Other Voices, Issue No. 31
excerpts by Benjamin Hollander from In the House UnAmerican
(Clockroot Books, 2013)
Abraham Lincoln Has Been Shot by Daniel Alarcn reprinted
from Zoetrope AllStory (Fall 2006)
The Formation of Soils by Brenda Hillman reprinted from
Cascadia (Wesleyan University Press, 2001)
On Carmerstrasse by Brenda Hillman reprinted from Pieces of Air
in the Epic (Wesleyan University Press, 2005)
Economics in Washington by Brenda Hillman reprinted from
Practical Water (Wesleyan University Press, 2009)
In Summer, Everything is Somethings Twin by Brenda Hillman
reprinted from Seasonal Works With Letters on Fire (Wesleyan
University Press, 2013)
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CONTENTS
curated by
Evan Karp
featured artist
Danielle Genzel
GLORIA FRYM
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COLIN WINNETTE
KATHRYN MA Risk
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BENJAMIN HOLLANDER
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DANIEL ALARCN
Abraham Lincoln
Has Been Shot
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KATIE WHEELER-DUBIN
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BRENDA HILLMAN
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On Carmerstrasse
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Economics in Washington
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In Summer, Everything is
Somethings Twin
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TO W
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RED
All day I followed Pascals advice. I did not leave my
room, and so did not get into trouble. I read, lunched,
drank, slept, and the phone rang twice, the last call
canceling that evenings assignation. I was relieved. Yet
the shrill ring broke a deep afternoon nap in which
several pleasant dreams enacted themselves. Behind a
saffron scrim, the hero lay prostrate at the feet of the
heroine, in the Indian fashion, wiping the dust from
her bejeweled slippers. His crooked smile seemed
involved in her destiny. The tableau shifted. After
spilling red wine on a yellow shirt, I changed to red.
This glass leaks, I shrieked. Why would I want to go to
the theater that evening when I had already been.
Leaving ones room inevitably costs, and I was in no
mood to spend. I only wanted to produce and this need
was so great that I thought I might bleed. A patchwork,
a stick figure, a collage of the real. Anything to make
something out of pre-existing conditions. At the very
least, more sleep.
Whatever was in the pantry, dinner. In truth, I had
only words, but so many, so difficult to select. How
lucky though, since I needed so little to make. The best
poem contains the smallest vocabulary. Distribution is an
entirely different matter.
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Glori a F ry m
THE SUBJECT
for E
For a long time, not only did I used to go to bed early,
I went to bed early, and I drank wine out of a water
glass. Until rather late in my cups, and long past granmre, gran-pre, maman, mamacita, papi, abuelita,
and the rest had left me orphaned, suddenly I took
to drinking wine, especially inexpensive white, in
an elegant wine glass. Why? Because it tastes better.
It was all due to E. Not to the restaurants I used to
frequent, non, they often used the improper glass,
especially cafs and bistros in the town that never
stops eating until it goes to bed early, San Francisco,
or its neighboring studious Berkeley that eats while it
studies its neighbors and the tiny sushied portions on
plates the size of hubcaps, or the grand complexities
of Oaklands Grand Avenue which is a study in the
sheer quantity of restaurants with fare from places
as disparate as Rangoon and Athens and as dissonant
as McDonalds and Italy. No, these restaurants use, at
best, sturdy restaurant stemware and sometimes even
cafe glasses, the Picardie French bistro small tumblers
you may have at home that get cloudy and scratched
over time but almost never breakand if they do,
shatter into a million tiny crystals which require a
full vacuum cleaning, sweeping, and washing of your
floor because their miniscule projectiles fly above and
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Glori a F ry m
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E V E R Y S U P E R PA I N F U L
T H IN G T
Ham.
Ham between two slices of bread is a sandwich and
thats lunch. There is no reason to get fancy with it.
We own a store, my dad and I. We are storeowners.
Businessmen.
We open the backdoor around 6AM and a bunch of
different men carry in boxes of the things weve decided
we want to sell. My dad checks each of the boxes then
I unpack each of the boxes and put everything away
and then were good to go.
Around noon, we crack a beer and split it. My dad is
hilarious. They took his jaw last year so hes always
picking up bananas or the telephone cord or a bunch
of scallions or something and holding them up to his
chin and making a big fake mouth and wagging his big
fake lips like a puppet and its hilarious.
Almost everyone in my family has undergone
one major surgery in the last twenty months.
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My brother.
I think surgery is a great thing because it isnt dying.
I think dying is something we have to do, but surgery
is something we get to do, if were lucky. And maybe
we should be thankful for that.
My dad likes mom to wear a blanket over her lap
when shes spending time in the store, which keeps
her warm and covers the stumps. But she takes offense
sometimes and throws the thing off and stares him
down about it. I do not engage when this is going on.
I unpack whatever needs to be unpacked or go around
facing the labels out on all the boxes and cartons and
glasses and cans, so people can get a sense of what
weve got on offer.
Stress.
Stress is just energy you dont know what to do with,
so I try to always be doing something useful or fun
enough. Rudys good for that.
Friends.
Youre not real friends if you cant let them be who
they are. If youre always trying to stop them from
crushing a robins egg or two.
One day, Rudy came out back and he had a dirty
bandage around his neck and his arm was gone.
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EXCERPTS FROM
Choose?
To be Born Again
So what name do they say
They cant
Why
Because theyre bound by the split between church and state
So what do the New Men do
They say no name: they only say: Bible values stand for who
we are
But in the name of who
They say: we cant tell you
Why
Because the New Men say: for now, you are welcome to your
own story, you choose:
Can we? Can we? Yes, we can. We can change, we can improve,
American values and Universal values: one and the same:
just think left and think right and think low and think
high. Oh, the thinks you can think up if only you try!
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To say yes?
To say yes we can, to say it to the New Men, and then we
can
Can do what
Can make it happen, thank Him, in prison as it is on earth
then
Thank who
Jesus, who can be chosen
But not named
Yes, before the law this is no childs play
Why
Because in prison you must be free to not name Him if you
want to change
Like adults?
Yes, like adults, living or not, now or then, today or tomorrow,
it doesnt matter, but no children can be born again or
can be free to choose
Who says
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Evangelicals
Even angels?
Yes, even angels are adults born again, free to choose. But
children cannot be free to choose
Where
In the State of Iowa, in one wing of the prison, among the
New Men, they say:
We argue for freedom to inner-change and not to name Him
before the law
Who
They say: we cant tell you
(But its really Jesus, no?)
Yes
Where
Before the law, in the State of Iowa, in one wing of the prison
On the inside
Yes
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- SET 2 -
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ABRAHAM LINCOLN
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I nodded.
What month is this? Hank said desperately.
I didnt budge.
Are you going to leave me here?
Yes, I said.
He smiled, as if this were a moment for smiling. Im
not getting out. I paid for this truck.
No you didnt, I said.
Still, he shrugged, Im not getting out.
Which was fine. Which was perfect. There was a spare
in the back, but it was flat too. If one must begin again
late in life, better to do so cleanly, nakedly. I left the
keys in the ignition. Out here, outside our small city,
the air had cooled and I breathed it in. Life is very
long. It had been years, but I recognized the feeling
immediately. It wasnt the first time Id found myself
on a dark highway, on foot, with nowhere to go.
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E R IN NE W O RL E A NS
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Tuesday
I found a grapefruit in the backyard this afternoon
growing from a wild grapefruit tree and made some
juice out of it with a lil bit of tonic and gin. My
housemate Kelly is considering catching a cat she will
kill and eat. Because the ground beneath New Orleans
is too low and the water table too high, bodies are
said to pop out of the soil like jealous lovers. My lover
is a jealous lover. I have insisted we stay in an open
relationship. I dont know if he was jealous before or
after I told him I couldnt commit. Maybe I shouldnt
read my love letters out loud to him. More routines
include: communist swine taco social; smoking spliffs;
making love; drinking tea; drinking Campari over ice;
masturbating in the kitchen; feeling sticky; taking off
my clothes; taking cold showers; making chai coffee;
taking Sirius, my lovers dog, on runs to the levee;
wondering where the time has gone; telling Sirius to
kiss me; telling Sirius I love you I love you I love you. I
first heard the word swole a week ago and it fits with
my current state of affairs, what with the heat and the
food. Im drunk right now, and stoned. Then my lover
informed me it was a term bros use with one another
to invite each other to the gym. I dont go to the gym,
but Im all about swole. I wanna get so swole I secrete.
In spurts.
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Wednesday
I want the waters to rise within me, I want to be made
of willow grass and soot, not brick, not cement, I want
glass, I want water, I want you to break me, see into
me and through me, I want to emerge from the water
like a badass siren. I want my monstrosity laid bare. I
want acceptance. Your thunder is so fucking loud, Im
all ears and eyes with you, where is my dragon, where
are your questions, ask me questions.
Thursday
I want to swim in the ocean after a feast! I want to
fry gourmet shit in the back of a truck before the
stars have left. David Buscho said the melons and the
peppers were delicious in Louisiana. Its true. I grew
some peppers under the guest bathhouse and they
were spicy as fuck. Sometimes when Im at Stacys
castle, I feel like a ghost or another piece of furniture,
only Im not accruing value over time. Stacys castle is
on the corner of Desire Street and Royal Street, which
fits. Im always in heat and my lovers a prince. Im
reminded of that horoscope Sophie Reiff read to me in
upstate New York last summer about how much I need
people to see me. I dont want me and my lover to just
support each other in accompanying roles, I want us
busting out different dance moves on the same dance
floor, you hear what Im saying? I dont know how
Kat i e Wh e e le r- Du bi n
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DISPROPORTIONATE
As a single man in my late thirties, I am aware that my
belly should not protrude farther than my penis.
At this point its a tie.
Ive been paying my 24 Hour Fitness membership
and going regularly at least once a month for about
three years. Thats thirty-six times. I know that I need
to go more often than that. But I cant seem to break
the once a month habit. A while ago, I figured Id ask
around and see what other men are doing to maintain
their vim, their vigor.
My lover Jared said, Absolutely nothing and neither
should you. I like big bellies. He reached over and
rubbed mine. Somehow, this bothered me and after
he said that I went twice in one week, an inspired
anomaly.
Bob, who bartends at the divey lounge around the
corner from my apartment, immediately asked when
I told him I needed to start working out, What do
you do when you go to the gym?
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What, I asked.
Nothing, she said.
What, I demanded, raising my voice like I meant
business.
Well, she said, and she wrote something down in
her notebook. Then as if proving a hypothesis she
announced, Youre disproportionate.
How am I disproportionate, I asked.
Your head and your stomach. You better do something
if you want to live a long healthy life. She turned and
walked away, her hair bun bouncing with each step.
From that point on, I have changed my behavior. Im
doing something. Of course, I want to live a long,
healthy life. For the last couple months, on my drinking
Tuesdays and Thursdays, I buy bitters and soda for the
first hour and then drink one shot of Bulleit over the
second hour as I sit in the bar making small talk with
Jason and Mr. Delbert, watching the basketball game.
I bike instead of drive to do my errands, smiling as I
think of Jasons thighs. When I slip on my black and
neon orange spandex shorts which match my black
and neon orange spandex top, I smirk thinking about
what Bob the Bartender would say if he saw me.
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ON CARMERSTRASSE
Beneath balustrades selected against
your going, a breezened
day anticipates a hope;
then the walk into
each word is infinite
and navigates the stumble.
under the porticoes at
childhoods edge where half-said
sentences assemble in bombed
or not bombed corners
you, hurrying back to
the poem near a
compound diplomats swanlet canals
day from a bottle
where bears hold hands:
whether or not you
do the work involves
negotiating with the drama
of class shadow. Now
a trance has been
cast over the world,
but which? From a
chained bench, the soul
turns to its example.
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ECONOMICS IN WASHINGTON
Im sick of irony
Everything feels everything
Everything returns to earth
There are no spaces between us
If you walk past the U.S. Securities & Exchange
Commission
numbers speak in color
by the order of the dream
Chartreuse 4s talk to blue 8s
9s speak yellow
There is fever in the badges of the guards
Inside the Federal Reserve
humans twirl the national debt
on its orange 1s
& the gray 11s are spinning too
Humans take a pile of blue 8s from a teacher in Des
Moines
& spin them to day-traders in Cancun
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a chrome 10 or a vermillion 6
to enter the world with feeling
People on their lunch breaks
are reading nearly weightless
novels on benches in the park
making 9 to 5s with their legs
eating take-out
feeding bits of tuna wrap to
Capitol Hill squirrels
A poem changes nothing
Bring it anyway
This isnt a political poem
There are no results in poetry
A shaking doubt has instructed you
to address the long wars
with your short cries
Not to live against earth
You who have so little time
You to whom others have written
You a citizen of matter & beyond
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IN SUMMER, EVERYTHING IS
SOMETHINGS TWIN
Tell your mothers first syllable the moth
to bring its trigon to the doorframe
the universe is speeding up,
electrons swallowed by the rose
you work so hard, too-hard-too-hard.
Humans have made a disaster but
but what, sister?
but nothing, pencil. tttap-tap.
Such a short season between dogwood
& tiger-lily. Sunscreen sinks
between hairs on your arm. Western yew
[Taxus brevifolia] requests a canopy
People come here for their bit of joy,
they gather in western towns,
radicals growing weed in the woods, makers
of quilts & clouds, loggers, keepers
of the sick with their hounds; they
rest on weekends, in bars,
for love without reason or ledger;
Castor & Pollux sink in the cougars cry
in a month or so, the sky will swallow Gemini
hurry now, for the hive is ill,
Bre nda Hi llman
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