Poetry: “Romance Language” by Maryann Corbett

At first, when sounds were shifting, (although the moves were noiseless) by unresisted drifting we voiced what should be voiceless and though your moves were noiseless, still I was moved, the cause your voice. No longer voiceless, we broke the ancient laws, moved by a modern cause to mock a classic notion. We broke the …

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Non-Fiction: “Army Math: Bringing it all Back Home” by Sam Mills

"I see a black light." – Composer Joseph Haydn's last words – and he had never seen a lava lamp. Word went around Madison that summer of 1970 that something "heavy" was "coming down." Already, the New Year's Gang, a local terror cell of SDS Weather Underground, had bombed both locations of campus ROTC and …

Fiction: Out of Love by Randall Brown

Lucy believes—the way she trusts gravity, getting old, being lonely—that she does not matter in this world. If she could talk to me, writing her, she could not form the words to ask for help, because she does not grasp the lie at the center of her Self. I want so much to save Lucy, but I don’t know how.