Rome/Barcelona/Chicago, Summer, 2015
sara mcgrath
It’s customary in Italy to have food during happy hour. I ordered white wine but was nervous to ask for a plate. When I don’t understand what someone is saying I will just say no.
It’s customary in Italy to have food during happy hour. I ordered white wine but was nervous to ask for a plate. When I don’t understand what someone is saying I will just say no.
Latvia’s Baltic coastline is almost completely undeveloped except for a few fishing villages and some dilapidated concrete resorts for Communist Party officials. A forest of black pines begins right at the edge of sixty-foot dunes.
Because Math!
In a dream you were chewing your fingers down to the knuckle. My fingers, missing nothing, seem a kind of bloom, fluid as they slide through my mouth and the mouths of others. Sometimes I
The program started with Take Your Kid to Work Day. We were pioneers in the field of crime scene investigation. Everything went smoothly as long as the kids didn’t touch anything. They’ve got eyes
a text msg that was sent:
ur hands my hands
both needed if i hit
u first would u hit me back
Seen two hours after I fell in love with you
the text msg that needed 2 be
1. She told him to shut the window-slats. Every shred of light should be brushed away. She wanted to feel invisible.
From Osama Bin Laden to the WNBA, Jordan Castro and friends explore who/what has sauce, and who/what doesn't.
around you because
I want you to keep thinking of me
as a small body, to wonder what keeps me
so pale, what sustains my Spanish mouth.
Don't ask me what I need,
for
This is not beautiful because this is not beautiful.
I meet a girl on OK Cupid and the first date goes well enough.
There is a room in the cathedral called
"The Quiet Room."
Imagine.
Its entrance, this body too shaky
for comfort.
Janus, god of doorways and beginnings,
when I desire
I've known Tom Williams for a handful of years. I think I originally met him through Barrelhouse, and I've mostly tried to not hold that against him. He is, in the parlance of whoever it is that
I mean, werewolves, they have appetites, don't they?
"free the nipples"
I beat a guy
who had a crush on me
at beer pong
we got stoned
in the Walmart parking lot
when my car wouldn't start
6 months later
he
In her third memoir, Belief is its own kind of truth, Maybe, Lori Jakiela uses a collage-style structure to write about the collage-like process of assembling an identity, and the particular
Eventually she won't think of me unless she hears mention of my name, or sees my friends, or a boxy japanese sedan from the 80s, or, perhaps, a Paul Simon poster
When I die
I'll die
In the woods
I will be found
After 14 months
By a 9 year old
You're picturing a boy
But it's a girl
She is lost
And climbs over a log
To see
If she