This restless melancholia unsoothed in the application of tubular tobacco rectum smoke wanders from the crying wall searching for the music where Napoleon’s toothbrush strums over Bentham’s skin dancing in …
DIG (Miguel Jacq)
it is the duty of parents to name you, to store read-only instinct in your shell of foreign flesh. this seems disruptive at first but I go naturally, native to …
SILENT AS A LANTERN (Stephen Oliver)
Flame is cupola. See it erupt from shock-blown window frames of tall buildings. Boisterous as applause exploding from theatre galleries. Observe flame’s upward curve, elegant as the carved prows of …
Not the 3:30pm Nightly News! (Robin Reich)
There’s been a massive sell-off overnight in hectopascals, with community profit-takers acknowledging that the boys did good. The meanings of specific words have been reversed, precipitating a quest for …
balloons (Rose Hunter)
like balloons, we were way up there then gone. it was not incremental. that first night (or was it second) any case, tacos de pastor and tell me about yourself; …
Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good Very Bad Dating App (D. Gilson)
In God we trust, all others send data. No fatties, no femmes. Dick pics? Can you host? Can you bottom? Can you get into roleplay? Sodom & Gomorra? Teacher & Student? …
fingers play the role of feet (Dave Drayton)
walk barefoot over broken glass and into pigeon shit collected atop concrete and beneath the beams that buoy the train above running from Newtown to Stanmore or Stanmore to Newtown …
Echo Chamber (Magdalena Ball)
In the echo chamber you sat, one leg seductively slung across today’s chair, the other tapping reverberated Morse code the song in your head a doubtful skill you’ve never been …
my dirty laundry (Priya Malik)
i found his head in the washing machine yesterday while it was set on a delicate spin turning, rotating, flipping looking at me and grinning his uneven teeth chattering against …
The Professor and The Unnamed Stalk the Post-Apocalyptic Wilderness (Toby Davidson)
So much is silent beyond sand and men with pronouncements, low strains whipping at our boots. Furs, exposed skin slipping from precedence quietly when fierceness can’t stand the pathogen of …