We are proud to present

 Issue Twenty-Two

of No Contact

Whoever Said Go
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Whoever Said Go

by Davon Loeb

Whoever said Go said it, and it didn’t matter who because they pumped their legs with their eyes closed and across that intersection.

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Climate
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Climate

by Rebecca Rubenstein

They hung from our trees, ornamental, bodies bulbous and glistening and delicate.

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Heat
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Heat

by David Byron Queen

He read somewhere if a person were to yell for eight years they could theoretically generate the energy needed to heat a cup of coffee. 

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Bloop
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Bloop

by Kevin Maloney

my buddy Isaac was into something else: an anti-fungal cream for birds called Lotricaine that makes your heart flutter and gives you heroic ideas about the space-time continuum.

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Dust
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Dust

by Alice Kaltman

She’s the older sister, she’s the one who will bear the brunt of this, their mother’s final escape.

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Nature Cam / Trophy
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Nature Cam / Trophy

by Luke Larkin

If a bear falls in the forest and I'm not tuned in to see, does it only transmute into another bear?

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