No. 28
Belonging and excluded, borders and crossings, the solid and the porous. From evening to day, imagined to real. The populous and the particular. This is an issue about dualities. Inside and outside, and the interstitial between.
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Outside Inside
No. 28 • Brigid Hughes
This is an issue about dualities. Inside and outside, and the interstitial between.Fiction
Four Stories
No. 28 • Edward McWhinney
It was time at last for a full renunciation of the way I had been living, fast then slow, the blood and brain, the inner dynamo.Fiction
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No. 28 • Sarah Hall
The wind is directionless, confusing the trees, loosening siding and tiles. Creatures of flight have put themselves away.Fiction
The Let-Out
No. 28 • Jamel Brinkley
So much is made about the importance of depth in human interactions, but what about the delicate surface, what about the skin?Fiction
The Mystery
No. 28 • Lídia Jorge
My writing...maybe it's nothing. But still, as long as I'm alive, I'll say, "Here, it's for you."Fiction
Orange Means Red
No. 28 • Kayla Blatchley
"You can't always tell from the outside," Sue says. "But something was wrong. Something was wrong, and the mother knew it."Fiction
Recreation Management
No. 28 • Deirdre McNamer
I didn’t know if I could live in a world that seemed to me now like the essence of shark. That vicious unlit eye.Invention
Das Patent
No. 28 • Nin Brudermann
I set out upon a normal investigation and found that invention required all the same components.Poetry
Poem for Éluard
No. 28 • Matthew Zapruder
what clouds can teach us / in the capital of sadness / is the rose / is always publicPoetry
That to Philosophize is to Learn to Die
No. 28 • Elisa Gabbert
I want to die someday. I don't want to die laughing.Poetry
Tartarus and Shackleton
No. 28 • Kate Colby
This is just a trick: a ship breaks in half then sinks.Poetry
The Stars Down to Earth
No. 28 • Timothy Donnelly
The froth is white like wool. The froth is white like thought.Poetry
On Death: Little Odes
No. 28 • Hilda Hilst
Contraction’s flash: / My love, I know / It’s you.Reminiscence
Worcester: A Free People’s Workshop
No. 28 • Cheryl Savageau
Nobody told us our voices were wrong.Landscapes
Fallow
No. 28 • Jill Desimini
The best kind of property is shared, designed to benefit widely, and without bounds.Fiction
Black, Black, Red, Black
No. 28 • Anne Elliott
You came here to feel comfortable? To talk about the weather?Fiction
A War Story
No. 28 • Alice Elliott Dark
There were no borders or boundaries, just differences in taste from one house to the next. I was going from taste to taste, and that was all.Proposal
Public AccessSky Mound
No. 28 • Robert Sullivan
We could hear the morning rush-hour traffic thundering above us, oblivious.Fiction
The White Road
No. 28 • Kelly Link
Someday we will better understand what has happened to make all things change in such a small space of time.Diary
The Monkey in the Whirlpool
No. 28 • Selva Almada
That was the end of the dream. And then the man covered his face and began to cry, because he was reminded of his dead father, who once told him he had a gift.Order A Public Space
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