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meditations in the decline of western civilization

By Kevin Coval|2020-12-28T17:07:00-05:00December 22, 2020|Poetry|

"this is how i ground myself. / i follow the writing on the wall."

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By Katelyn Rivas|2020-12-22T14:43:26-05:00December 16, 2020|Poetry|

"This city isn’t built on bullets / alone."

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By Craig Finlay|2021-01-27T14:57:50-05:00December 1, 2020|Poetry|

"What I remember of South Bend is smoking in the back yard. / The small, short houses of a cheap and curbless neighborhood."

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By Katelyn Rivas|2021-01-27T14:53:30-05:00October 7, 2020|Poetry|

"Somewhere the houses are rebuilding themselves./Sanding away the lead-coated paint from their siding."

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By Yasmine Rukia|2021-01-27T14:56:49-05:00September 25, 2020|Poetry|

"Every curve & angle of us was a sign to the end of times; / ... but we were too high and mighty to hear the trumpet"

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2020-12-28T17:07:00-05:00By Kevin Coval|Poetry|

2020-12-22T14:43:26-05:00By Katelyn Rivas|Poetry|

2021-01-27T14:57:50-05:00By Craig Finlay|Poetry|

2021-01-27T14:53:30-05:00By Katelyn Rivas|Poetry|

2021-01-27T14:56:49-05:00By Yasmine Rukia|Poetry|

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