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Envoy
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Queer Bubbles
By Andrew RidkerBlowing bubbles, inspecting parking-lot trees, interviewing businessmen about their semen—Conrad’s processes are a crucial part of his poems themselves.
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On Poetry
Letter from the Primal Horde
By J. D. DanielsWhat is group relations? If your job involves attending meetings, then you know most meetings are a waste of time. We sense that what we are talking about cannot be what we are actually talking about, because, if it were, events would occur in a different order, and the tone or feeling would be different, and so on. Something else is happening to us, through us, and among us.
From the Archive, Issue 212
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I Started a Joke
By Dan PiepenbringIn today’s roundup: we’ve lost sight of the value of hideous, Rabelaisian, grotesque laughter; also, greasy-spoon diners are dying.
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On the Shelf
William Wei
By Amie BarrodaleI once brought a girl home because I liked her shoes. That was the only thing I noticed about her. I live in a really small apartment. A lot of my clothes end up piled on my mattress or draped over the open door of the microwave.
From the Archive, Issue 197
Fiction
Salon
By Anne Carsonwhat shape should I file my nails I wonder / / follow shape of moon usually best / / once I did them square / / lean forward please / / big mistake / / in basin please
From the Archive, Issue 215
Poetry
Unnamed Caves
By John Jeremiah SullivanOver the past few decades, in Tennessee, archaeologists have unearthed an elaborate cave-art tradition thousands of years old. The pictures are found in dark-zone sites—places where the Native American people who made the artwork did so at personal risk.
