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Demolition Man v. the No Freedoms Act

Jessica L. Wilkinson

Lockdown makes me crazy for action
films—all that sweat and beef and stupid risk.
I love an action-Arnie or -Stallone, the close-up
of an arm, offered to a dangling damsel,
who must think, there’s just no way
I can get a grip on that hunk of quivering
muscle. I am especially fond of plots
that don’t make sense or stretch us

Patina on Glass

Philip Mead

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Farewell to the Long Sad Party

David Brooks

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Futures Past

Jill Jones

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Guard Duty 2091

Liam Ferney

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You Have Been Unsubscribed

David McCooey

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The Middle Distance

Kim Cheng Boey

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Outside the Walled City

Cassandra Atherton and Paul Hetherington

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From the Headland

Andrew Taylor

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A Journal of the Plague Year

Justin Clemens

A white man in pajamas Is peeking through his slot As though he’s acting calm as When he knows we know he’s not; And Percy the red setter has Returned to his old spot, Where he scratches out with jazz Rhythms his lonely lot. The cirrus looks incantatory In the evening’s lank intensity.   The army’s on the border With the pollies on the box— Can the Machiavels remember If they’re a lion or a fox? The drones are circling over While all the doxxers dox As a cop and social worker Check the status of their stocks. In the […]

Falling

Sarah Day

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Ten Predictions for the Future

Eileen Chong

         i the screen spits into life. a wasteland: red dust, unbreathable sky. a dying sun.            ii helicopters throb above blown trees. lights flash blue-red, police lock innocents in homes.            iii today, a bomb—shells of buildings, of homes. rubble, rock. blood, bodies. a child’s thin cries.            iv draw breath and exhale. a cloud of moisture condenses. remove your face; discard it in the soil.            v in the mornings, there is still a harbour. the man who shares […]

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