We are proud to present
Issue Twenty-Eight
of No Contact
San Pellegrino, Room Temperature
by Doug Paul Case
The type of shit I say to J: We’re inside the poem, but the poem is a joke and neither of us is funny.
Astro Things
by Chandra Steele
The universe and its fellow universes and whatever else might surround them encompass the definition of a cosmic joke
But in space no one can hear you laugh
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