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Current issue, no. 42
Why liberal policy savants deplore rule by the people
The errant politics of Pink Wave fundraising
The sick history of the U.S. campaign song
Online
They deserve no sympathy for their awful views, but values voters are right to whine: almost no one wants their money.
If the Zero Waste movement wants to move beyond green environmentalism, it has to get off Instagram and into the world.
Woe to any comedian tapped to host the humorphobic White House Correspondents' Dinner or the Oscars.
We've lowered the bar of aspirational living from condos to mattresses.
Poems
Without the noise of home I learn
to hear my body’s own sound.
It is like sleeping in a narrow boat,
waters slapping. . .
In the impossible, we bring home to roost
a discordant feeling—widow buttons in all black
still with our funeral rings.
Fiction
The terms of the bet declared that for every ten seconds under sixty seconds it took the diver to wrestle the octopus out of. . .
Fabrications. Rag sheet revisionist history. All of it. We did our best by Our Girl.
Online
If the Zero Waste movement wants to move beyond green environmentalism, it has to get off Instagram and into the world.
Woe to any comedian tapped to host the humorphobic White House Correspondents' Dinner or the Oscars.
Online
We've lowered the bar of aspirational living from condos to mattresses.
A new network of mutual aid centers across Puerto Rico wants to do more than provide disaster relief—it wants to build a movement.
Poems
Without the noise of home I learn
to hear my body’s own sound.
It is like sleeping in a narrow boat,
waters slapping. . .
In the impossible, we bring home to roost
a discordant feeling—widow buttons in all black
still with our funeral rings.
Fiction
The terms of the bet declared that for every ten seconds under sixty seconds it took the diver to wrestle the octopus out of. . .
Fabrications. Rag sheet revisionist history. All of it. We did our best by Our Girl.
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