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Welcome to another week here in the Pub Universe!
Summer is in full swing!! Picnics, vacations, swimming, BBQs, so many opportunities for fun!
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FEATURED POEM
Morningside Heights, July By William Matthews
Haze. Three student violists boarding a bus. A clatter of jackhammers. Granular light. A film of sweat for primer and the heat for a coat of paint. A man and a woman on a bench: she tells him he must be psychic, for how else could he sense, even before she knew, that she'd need to call it off? A bicyclist fumes by with a coach's whistle clamped hard between his teeth, shrilling like a teakettle on the boil. I never meant, she says. But I thought, he replies. Two cabs almost collide; someone yells f**k in Farsi. I'm sorry, she says. The comforts of loneliness fall in like a bad platoon. The sky blurs—there's a storm coming up or down. A lank cat slinks liquidly around a corner. How familiar it feels to feel strange, hollower than a bassoon. A rill of chill air in the leaves. A car alarm. Hail.
