issue 21

Nonhuman Thanatology and the Quest for Human Exceptionalism, by M L Clark

Tahlequah didn’t know she had an audience while in mourning. She didn’t even know that she’d been named Tahlequah, purported to mean “two is enough” in Cherokee, and also J35, by the humans who kept tabs on her as she carried her stillborn calf for seventeen days around the Salish Sea in the Pacific Northwest. […]

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Semblance, by Olaitan Humble

in the beginning, everything shape-shifts into grace,           into harmony. all the prayers made on my bodybecame roses sprouting on my fingertips, on my palms.            you see, my twin told this story first. before everythingtransformed into doom—but in this poem, there is no grief           at all, just an illusion of grievances. sometimes, i wonder what

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