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What You'd Find in a South Side Dining Room Circa 1970
By Nicole Bond

Copper Color salt and pepper shakers
Too many napkins folded in a woven holder

December 2019

Issue VI

Introduction to Issue VI
By Eric Wilson
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December 2019

All of the poems written had their own power of insight: into the self, into a shared past with families, friends, strangers.

What you’d find when I lived in my Hell
By H.L. Polk
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December 2019

My apartment door I entered with no back door to escape, when I entered my Hell

I'm sorry
By R.D. Gregory
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December 2019

She cries, "there's Monsters under my bed"
I'm sorry darling but that's just your imagination

Breakthrough
By Ana Isabel Arroyo
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December 2019

Your shame has brought despair
Your hate has given me dispute

Don't Quit
By Guya Colton
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December 2019

When care is pressing us down a bit
Rest, if we must but don't quit

BSR Blog

The Inheritance
By Mark Belair
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August 1, 2017

My mother never threw a photograph away, so after
her death we inherited even those unintentional ones

A Review of Colin Dodds's WATERSHED
By Eric Wilson
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June 25, 2017

"What WATERSHED reveals in this strange scene from an imagined future is the extent to which the American imagination of the present continues to be haunted by a spectacle that hides as much as it reveals."

Biking Englewood: An Interview
By The Editors
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April 16, 2017

"I wish to believe that by becoming more self-conscious the white gaze may be made more questioning, more reciprocal, more a basis for dialogue."

The Prevention Institute
By Joel Tomfohr
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November 21, 2016

"Rain for the last week and a half though the sun threatened to burst through the thick blanket of clouds draped over the city this morning."

"Situations and Revisions," Excerpts from An Unspecific Dog: Artifacts of This Late Stage in History
By Joshua Rothes
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October 3, 2016

"No text is more than a page; many are a pair of lines. Any longer and something resembling meaning might’ve coalesced."