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  • Test Tube Baby

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    [Sam Jenks] The green doors of the metro-train slid open, and I entered the half-empty carriage. It’s not Tokyo busy here and, at this time of day, it’s way too early in the evening for the company men who’d be heading in the other direction anyway, into Sapporo’s suburbs. I took a seat, and as…

  • But/Also: Visuals for ‘Grow a Pair’

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    [Joanna Walsh] So I haven’t done any visual work for a long time, long before I made the stories for these paintings. ‘Made’, ‘visual work’, those are words I wouldn’t have used before either. I’d have said ‘drawn’ or ‘wrote’; I’d have called them ‘illustrations’ (I’m still calling them ‘stories’, though I’ve flirted with ‘texts’).…

  • What to Do with a Mirror After a Breakup

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    [Yaritza Plata] You cover it up so that you don’t see your face swollen and sad. Let’s face it, nobody looks good after a breakup the second after it happens. You’re not special. Neither is your ex. But this is for you. Get the towel and hang it over the mirror on the medicine cabinet.…

  • I just wanna B Wherever U R

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    [D Mortimer] D. Mortimer is a London-based writer occupied with experimental queer and trans narratives. Their work has appeared in Granta, The Guardian, Vice and DIVA magazine. They have performed their poetry at The Institute of Contemporary Art (Queers Read This, 2019) and Camden Arts Centre (2019). Their short story ‘Supermarket Revelations’ was published in…

  • The Gentrification of Memory: The NYC AIDS Memorial Considered

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    [Greg Thorpe] ‘81,542 people have died of AIDS in New York City… Their absence is not computed and the meaning of their loss is not considered.  2,752 people died in New York City on 9/11. These human beings have been highly individuated. The recognition of their loss and suffering is a national ritual… The deaths…

  • I hope you fuck your car

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    [Elspeth Wilson] Statistically speakingsome of you are dead by nowand yet I am still livingwith your words etcheddown my marginswritten over with Harry Styles quotesand a spine bent back into place –I have shown my tits to peoplewho didn’t existsolely in the window of sticky imaginingsyou drive by slowlybut I am greyhound-builtfor racing away and towardscandy-floss…

  • Blue Light

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    [Prudence Bussey-Chamberlain] You are slow to wake up. Your hands making the same movements every morning, reaching and stretching. Light comes in through the blinds from 5am, giving early morning the feel of noon. We won’t be able to afford to stay here much longer, but that is the peril of living in the city.…

  • Es Tut Mir Leid

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    [Kole Fulmine] This piece has been removed at the author’s request.

  • death ode (VI)

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    [Jay G Ying] did you knowI left all my slippery wet miniatures on the washing machine lidthose travel sized bottleslike toy soldiers I will have to scoop up in the morningI clutched my dirty clothes to my chest like a bouquet of limbsin last night’s dreamI was a child lost in that hallway againI was…