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The Void Wife

Kate Folk

One thing was for sure: Elise couldn't be Robert's void wife. On the day the void was scheduled to hit San Francisco, she hid from him in the ruin of the Sutro Baths. She gazed out at the Pacific while behind her, the void consumed Oakland. The void had appeared six months ago in a slender belt around the globe near the 90th meridian, slicing through Detroit and New Orleans, Bangkok and the Kirov Islands of Russia. Since then it had expanded in both directions on both sides of the planet at the rate of seventy miles a day, like two immense pairs of lids drawing over the eye of the earth.


Poetry, Fiction, & Nonfiction   

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Extasis en La Frontera

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I see the moon—flickering, broken leaning against the sky—and am afraid.

Allen Ginsberg’s Apology for Buddha

Wang Ping

It was the very first poetry exchange since China opened its door to the west, a confluence of great poets across the Pacific.

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