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Sundays we take Mikey to the zoo to fuck with the monkeys. We dress him like a monkey and lean him on the glass. You’ll never be as smart as me, says Mikey. No matter what you think, you’ll never think like I think, he says. The baboon sits onContinue Reading

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Sun contemplates the language of landscape at twilight as a thread of light encircles the horizon.   The calm orb slides down its nightly path pulls the silken imaginary curtain                                         Continue Reading

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Fox Paolo and Fox Francesca sidewinding up the coop,  Tossing their sashes in the grass, under woody smooth breeze-blowing dusk.  Full moon of heavy feeding, jammy scoops;  Lop-eared hiccups in chicken lipstick of chicky juice.    We William-Tell-Overture off with a coiled rattlesnake shot!   I, you, hunt the koklassContinue Reading

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A small group of fishermen tend a dock. The fishermen know everything that goes on in our town. The fishermen sit around skinning fish, and dwelling on Benjamin Carson. It’s not right that a boy is born so awful, says the first fisherman, holding a knife in the eyes ofContinue Reading

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We wake thinking about leaving. These trips are always too short. Today we have to pack up. Somehow, all the equipment that makes it possible to survive up here—tents, sleeping bags, propane burners, assorted rope and tarps and boots—have to fit back into the tiny, rented car so that weContinue Reading

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Marport is an island nearby. During the most recent Marport Materiality Review, 100% of respondents did not recall having heard of the island. When polled, visitors to the island do sometimes recall its existence. Marport, if one can recall it, is suitable for a day trip. Visit Marport by takingContinue Reading

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Sabi wandered through the long grasses, skirting around enormous trees that gave plenty of shade and even better cover from predators. Her mother had taught her long ago not to meander out in the open or you may find yourself soaring above the clouds on the way to someone’s dinnerContinue Reading

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“The fireflies came out tonight. It’s the first time I’ve seen them in a while. I know how much you like them.” His voice hummed like the softest of sandpaper against her skin. “There weren’t that many of them. Only a couple of pairs. Still, they were like tiny starsContinue Reading

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Roger Camp is the author of three photography books including the award-winning Butterflies in Flight (Thames & Hudson, 2002) and Heat (Charta, Milano, 2008). His work has appeared in numerous journals including The New England Review, New York Quarterly, and the Vassar Review. He previously worked as a reference librarianContinue Reading