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Ayane Kawata
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Jeffrey Jullich
 
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Stacy Szymaszek
 
From Dame QuicklyFrom Dame Quickly
Jennifer Scappettone
 
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Isabelle Garron
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Brenda Iijima
 
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Kate Colby
 
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 Kiriu Minashita,
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Roberto Harrison
 
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Stacy Szymaszek
 
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Eva Sjödin
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Kerri Sonnenberg
 
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Xue Di
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Forrest Gander, Stephen Thomas,
Theodore Deppe and
Sue Ellen Thompson
 
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Mark Tardi
 
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Danielle Collobert
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Keith Waldrop
From Dame Quickly: Main


Excerpt from From Dame Quickly

by Jennifer Scappettone

I was pre-Pandoran once, clear & amok, scarlet free where scarcely
                    orange or purple romed: all
font, Greek, drunk, then, then Tyred, vinegar aspect for breakfast. How I seam
                    now in video
footage of national folding where only arson lives lives. Its source is valid because Google
calls it 100% relevant and government, which is apt since it’s an historical event. I reseek and
pall this chunk’s vocation. Viatical my neighbor asks if I’d ride in the trunk, no kid; my
hatchback is mined in the parking lot for its sparkplugs beyond the bar. She masking
he then is captured by the faith-based; once she creams, he stops calling it
vocation. Down here, they have imported the clouds from Japan, and I hear them, sardine.
Keez me, gaghrl, yer old wahn. Geta-crushing Shoji of the air will remember cat-noise
and -fish for complements as the King of Terror will never have forced
the possible Fed you you you’re not—not. Postal will be yours and you, bulk predellal, tardy
urinals on vehicles, art naught but an empty he-port. Grey they err over joy, toupeeing space
as picture meant to do. I stream, hand mover, reek, occupy ice and call that night. Of all
                    indecipherably
you finally type to say you hosted Uncle Chen in your backyard exclusive. Wake,
                    it’s time to smell the smoke. Darling I

incensed. Once could have been your she-port; pretty noun
look ahead to repast and yr Gruyerer aspect. Hype alone remains inside the box.

 


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