Showing results for February, 2018
Alcoholics
Bud Smith
Dad’s side are all boring fucks. Mom’s side, god—all my mom’s brothers thought they were the outlaw rebel cowboys of New Jersey. Wild ones. Alcoholics. They were fun, while they lasted. All those men
Three Poems
Dana Alsamsam
We lie here together, gold in charred hands, / pulling the ash from each other’s hair.
Art is life: Foof!
Uzodinma Okehi
As always, feel I’ve mentioned this elsewhere—But here’s how deep I’d get into something without being able to have it make sense.
Five Poems
David Schaefer
This is the most difficult sermon, / The one where the disciples / Burn the hamburger buns and / Christ nearly misses his train.
Four Poems
Vandana Khanna
I grow our loneliness in my mouth, feed you— / sweet and bleak— under a halo of buzzing stars.
Five Poems
Elizabeth Schmuhl
The snow is beautiful and I want to die. Who could / refuse this softness?
so fast in silence
Timston Johnston
They had taken all the milking cows but left us the wheat fields that fed them. Only Boy handles our cow creamer with two hands, respectfully, as we consider it a new-religion relic. He is too
Stephen Malkmus
John Thornburg
Stephen Malkmus
Stephen Malkmus
February 13th, 2001
Matador Records
12 songs, 42 Minutes
I ripped this CD onto my half-dead laptop in the dingy radio station studio deep in the
GOODNIGHT, BEAUTIFUL WOMEN by Anna Noyes
Michael Deagler
An interview with Anna Noyes
Fold the Dough Like It’s a Letter
Emma Terhaar
Do you ever make pieces of origami, folding a sheet of paper over and over intentionally? Do you feel silly? Do you question each fold, or trust that the folds will add up to the frog or the bird you were promised?
For The People In The Back
James Figy
Due to a clerical error, 265 students registered for my English 101 course.
Mouth Open Wide
Denise Tolan
First, he ARRIVED – like the swans at Capistrano, or aliens in the desert, or, more likely, a flaming dessert.
“Who is that?” my friend Noelle said, poking me in the ribs; her inflection, a
From, "COMPANY"
Emily Hunt
It isn't natural / for a thin stem with fruits / to sprout up – / they're heavy, / they're supposed to just hang.
An Open Letter to the Guy Who Asked Me for Directions
Stephanie Grossman
You don't know it yet, but I gave you bad directions, and now I can't find you. For this, I am truly, truly sorry.
Dear Liza, In What Shall We Carry The Stone?
Tyler Barton
We’re all going to be late, for everything, and the people we keep waiting will add this to their mental list of evidence that we are not careful or observant or accountable.
Three Poems
Mariel Fechik
I dream myself into a field that is lime green. There is a branch in my lungs, and I can’t love like I used to. This is a ghost story.
I Believe (In None of This)
Al Palmer
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"I Believe (In None of This)
The Mysterious Ecstasy of Ken Griffey Jr. Presents Major League Baseball for Super Nintendo
Sean Gill
They may even remember that while the game licensed team names, logos, and stadiums, and specifically licensed Ken Griffey Jr.'s name, statistics, and likeness—they did not license the names of Major League Baseball's other 699 players.