Issue 164

Summer & Fall 2023

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Poetry Vikram Masson Poetry Vikram Masson

Emerson’s House

We had trundled into Concord after a long drive from New Hampshire, and after a tour of the museum, some victuals and ale at a local tavern, and a frantic tour of Walden Pond, I went by myself to Emerson’s house while everyone else traipsed among the tombstones at Sleepy Hollow.

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Poetry Vikram Masson Poetry Vikram Masson

The Hungry

After my father fell through a loose brick in the parapet of a Rajasthan fort, the wires stopped, so I began planning my return home when my computer science professor said, Go see Exxon Singh.

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