Showing results for November, 2021
The Reformer
Claudia Ross
I looked up at Rudy, his back hitting the air like a ruler. The mind is an act of balance, he said, looking at me. It is a lever for the body.
Sylvère Lotringer is dead
Danielle Chelosky
Our hypothetical date tomorrow is at a show for the band Tennis. I have never heard of them, but I trust him. I say I will work my magic to get us in.
Dispatches from the Treehouse: Grind That Wave
Joseph Horton
I’ve been told by plenty of people in this first year of parenthood that having a child is like having your heart outside your body. This always sounds to me like a horcrux.
The Weather in Minnesota
James Sullivan
Who could need this much flesh? Four pounds of Louisiana crawfish, one pound of Alaskan king crab legs, six pounds swordfish steaks, a pound of oysters, three pounds lobster tails, five ribeye steaks, three New York strips, six T-bones, four packs of stew beef, two family packs of chicken drumsticks, and enough shrimp to fill five plastic shopping bags.
After the Drunk Guy at The Cellar Asked If I Spoke Arabic
Bryce Berkowitz
How harrowing it must be to swallow the syrupy scraps of night,
then ask for more.
And Then He Got Squished
Ann Manov
Last summer everyone was wrestling. Claudia started it. She said It’s been so long since I touched someone and threw Tobias on the ground.
Three Poems
Jade Hurter
I love you best
like this: sun in your hair, a heavy daze
of pollen on your eyelids.
A Review of the Barrington, CT Boston Market Located 400 Yards from My Ex-Girlfriend’s House
R. Jones
The Barrington, CT Boston Market offers the creamy richness of all Boston Market feeding centers.
My Lover Strokes the Scar Between my Breasts Before We Fall to Sleep
Margarita Cruz
Under the ribs, between the lungs, where no periscope lives
to view the damage of long nights spent in cold underpasses...
@AssistedLiving
Joseph Cummins
HEY THERE, Bill Baxter. This is your friend Sue Parnet. I just now saw your name pop up and decided it is time to see how you are doing.
Horny Hell
Suiyi Tang
It was then that they strode past me. Mid-thought, my attention snagged on the powerful wisp of her. She wore a spandex outfit—itty bitty sports bra and bicycle shorts, her lean legs sprouting from chunky Filas.
Last Days at Metropolitan Ave Kmart
Sean Williamson
At the Metropolitan Ave Kmart, there was a parking lot in the sky.
I Believe in Red
Maya Staples
Cam asks when I am going to change my pants just to prove to his pierced girlfriend that he doesn't like me all that much. I tell him I wash them daily, but he says that doesn’t mean it’s not weird.
Three Poems
Ellen Skirvin
I grab her hand,
thinking it’s my own and tell her I’d eat it too.
Hannah, Danehy Park
Jaclyn Torres
Before Hannah can protest, I get out of bed, put on gray and pink checkered pants and a black top. Having romantic feelings for a woman is new territory; her laugh is all I can think about.
NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), or, The Part of the Novel
Brian Alan Ellis
DAY 10:
The part of the novel where your character goes to Applebee’s to forget.
Coral Bleaching
Simon Graham
He told me he was in the process of determining the next stage of his life.
Grey Wolfe LaJoie
Grey Wolfe Lajoie
LaJoie dropped to their knees and shouted out the phrase "Oh dear god!"
While My Husband Installs a New Dishwasher
Lea Page
I contribute glasses of water to prevent dehydration, / towels to mop up leaks on the floor, and witticisms,
October 2020: Do I Have Thrush?
Claire Sullivan
He works out of that clinic on the corner of Sydney Road, opposite the 7-Eleven. After I visit him I often walk up the road and get an okay bánh mì from the closest vietnamese bakery.
A Writer's Work: an Interview with JoAnna Novak
Michael Deagler
When we talk about a writer’s work, we are talking about the things she makes: poems, essays, books. It’s a mercantile word to apply to the artistic process, and yet it’s an inescapable one. Short
Hello: It's Not Me You're Looking For
Luna Adler
Like Richie’s “Hello,” Adele’s “Hello” is also an ode to longing.
Centerpiece
Justin Chandler
Under the pretense of repairing things, I go to prove I am not broken.
Penelope Went to Episcopal Church Feeling Melancholy
Jade Song
I will never read this essay out loud, so let me take some risks:
Almond, salmon, Episcopal, peony, Adidas, melancholy, mischievous.
In my head: Owl-mund, sal-MON, epic-SKO-poll.
I add force