Sunday Comics
Don’t gimme the pretend, you come here on Sunday and you stay for the Comics. You say that you hate it, but that’s how you made it, just to keep it oblique. We’re both high, high, high, high, high on lemon sips.
If You Walked with Me
Poetry by Samuel Ludke.
Media Representations of Race and the Pandemic
Media and officials continue to blame racial minorities in a way that does not feature for white-majority communities, some of whom are boldly defying the lockdown. Why does this happen? Dr. Zuleyka Zevallos writes.
Questions Not Boldly Faced Become Bloodthirsty
Poetry by Max Reif.
Sunday Comics
Her eyes…She’s on the dark side. Neutralize every man in sight reading Sunday Comics.
The Masked Ball
Poetry by Shelley Shaver.
Sunday Comics
She took the car out for a drive, she didn’t come back for the Sunday Comics…Where’s she been? Why’d she go? Why’s she back now? We all know! We know why! We know why!
Sunday Comics
Beyond, up here on the mountain that I climb to lose you, I saw every bit of business that business could work through. I said ask me but, oh, my wisdom departed! Tell me–but, oh, my wisdom departed, but, oh please, at least answer me this–
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