Question & Answer 3 – Andrew Fentham

Question 3

These pictures
tell a thousand
stories

but are any
of them
yours?

– Aaron Kent

Answer 3

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– Andrew Fentham

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Question & Answer 2 – Annie Harrison

Question 2

I hear your voice
in every word
and every
sunken stranger’s sky.

So why did the ink well
dry up? Your words
had always been
so precious

and so shrouded in
the weight of your
world. I want
more.

– Aaron Kent

Answer 2

I wanted to tattoo your words across my body
so I could never lose them
I wished I could wrap my bones
in the paper that carpeted your bedroom floor
and consume the half-written poems
that ached for the return of your pen

But the inky sea beat against your fractured walls
and pushed you back towards the safety of the city
you found clean water to wash away
the love I inscribed on your skin
as if it wasn’t you who fell first

I no longer need your words
I have my own.

– Annie Harrison

Question & Answer 2 – Elizabeth Scanlon

Question 2

The clouds are in the cornfields today
and I’m still counting the letters I receive
every time I dream of my mother. There
are always submarines, shades of regret,
and artificial sand, and me climbing into
the litter box to escape the claustrophobia.
I am not sure I am worth an award. Do you
ever celebrate yourself? Sing your own body
electric? I am still awake and still asleep
and now I have read the words pasted to the
walls, and they tell me my father will phone
today, but only to tell me it was an accident.

– Aaron Kent

Answer 2

Most celebrations make me a little uneasy –
weddings, graduations, the occasional bris –
each seem to hold the promise of some affiliation
I’m not sure I can fulfill, a reckoning
of worth that makes all the to-do called for,
and/or come with a big bar bill. Though I do
like to throw a party, especially the inviting part,
the part where you say come on,
come through, there’s going to be a dance-off,
a piñata, some recklessness, some ridiculousness
and it won’t be any fun without you. I like to host.
Is that the opposite of self-aggrandizement, or its pinnacle?

– Elizabeth Scanlon

Question & Answer 3 – Logan February

Question 3

The snow is always lighter
than the weight of the world,
don’t you think? I count my
gains in Saturn’s satellites,
and my losses in the shape
of bougainvillea. It’s always
Anthe and anti, negativity
in the form of an optimistic
outlook. And I know things
have gone wrong when we
have no garlic bread left.

– Aaron Kent

Answer 3

I know things, too. But not snow. I know
I am not from a cold, wet place. I know
I am a cold, wet thing. I know how to be
my lover’s very own idyll. An endless prairie,
yellow with heat & daisies. The ground
rises, then folds itself in two. The line
between my lips is where it all went missing.
I’m bloated with my secrets—I keep them
even from myself. This, too, I know.
If I have lost anything, I do not remember it.
If I am heavy, it doesn’t matter. I am floating.
Sometimes, the sun seeps into me
& replaces the chill. & I know I want to speak,
so I keep my mouth full. & I know my lover
wants to know, so he hides the food.
& I’m starving. & I know things have gone
wrong when we have no garlic bread left.
My mouth is as bleak as a winter, empty.
My confessions are creeping up my throat.

– Logan February

Question & Answer 3 – Daniel Owen

Question 3

The woods, in glory and loss,
are tossed in ignorance and live
lively, lovely, always us, in stars
and constellations to confirm our
lost. I never plan on losing the road
but when I do I paint my arms
in nuclear code. Do you live safe
or safely live lost? I am wed to the idea
of a miner’s life, though my county
has lost the tin and lost their way
by swinging right and choosing wrong.

– Aaron Kent

Answer 3

All the woods harvested
the forrest tossed
the tin excavated
constellations lost to perfect
grids of translatable crops

I don’t live except in mouse-
holes mouthing history off
watching the bananas ripen
from a far vantage – the shape of
the moderns’ cruelest wishes

– Daniel Owen

Question & Answer 5 – S. J. Fowler

Question 5

Where is the technology
to heat
our cold wvaes of de w wa
waves of deltsa ds
d
delta slee?
sleep?
delta sleep?
where is the techngolo
thc
t
e
technology to count oiur sleep
so sleep
so sleepy
to count our sleep
in the weight wie
weight og snow in the
snow
of snow in the delta sleep.
give me your the
F
Give me your technology
so I can breathe.

– Aaron Kent

Answer 5

perhaps the most important search
is within an unknowable
circuit
forked by letters
that become digits
then back again into letters
spell out
known interactions
between
drugs.
It’s useful to have

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Problematic Internet use is also called compulsiveInternet use (CIU), Internet overuse, problematic computer use, or pathological computer use (PCU), problematic Internet use (PIU), or Internet addictiondisorder (IAD)). Another commonly associated pathology is video game addiction, or Internet gaming disorder (IGD).

It’s useful to have
drugs.
between
known interactions
spell out
then back again into letters
that become digits
forked by letters
circuit
is within an unknowable
perhaps the most important search

– S. J. Fowler

Question & Answer 4 – Tom Jenks

Question 4

Bit off / bite down / yes
direct / a bite at the bitten /
a quarrel / query the bitten /
thumb / thumb the quarrels /
keep the biters / in charge /
charging at / the prone / the
victims of the thumb / of the
crush / of the bitten thumb /
do you bite your thumb /

– Aaron Kent

Answer 4

yes, I bite my thumb at you, sir
and all the other lesser digits:

the one I use to test the wind
the one I use to plug the dykes
the one I use to raise the dead
the one I use for difficult winkles

Anne Boleyn had an extra one
you can see it on her Instagram

and her little lapdog lost in the maze
and all the bright comets painted and wooden

– Tom Jenks