Showing results for July, 2022
The Stories We Tell
Kevin Lichty
What is my obligation in this moment? Is it to my body or to my daughter’s?
Self-Portrait With Life, Death, And Strep In Between
Soeun Seo
Years later, he asked “Do you still use this email?”
and I replied “No.”
Love song as a cryptozoology
Eric Tyler Benick
Sometimes
trauma is a prerequisite for softness.
It depends on where you’re from,
and who you ask, but you should always ask.
Dispatches from the Treehouse: Dad Days of Summer
Joseph Horton
I wish him luck and watch him until he’s halfway around the bowl. There’s something about a chance encounter, especially in baseball, where you don’t want to know too much.
Chanel, Marge Simpson & Me
Mieke Marple
I couldn't fully recall the Simpsons episode in which Marge buys a near-identical pink Chanel dress.
Through the Clinic, I Pass
Cassandra Whitaker
I was a glamour upon a glamour upon a glamour, a mouth devouring a mouth devouring a mouth.
dos poemas
Andrea Alzati
hemos vuelto heridos de una guerra que todavía no empieza
yo perdí una de mis extremidades
y él las perdió todas
1 poem
gg roland
HOW DO I GET MORE WEIRD RUSSIAN ART GALS TO FOLLOW ME ON INSTAGRAM I ASK BECAUSE THEY HAVE THE MOST INTERESTING PROFILES AND SEEM LIKE THEY COULD SUCK YOUR DICK SO GOOD THEY COULD ROB YOU OF
Betty Ford Center Poems
Elizabeth Ellen
I felt like a dick all through dinner
And walking to get ice cream later
And walking over the crab bridge to our hotel after that:
Dick, dick, dick
Smells Like Envy
Sophie Bernik
Imagine being so famous and blonde that people love you so much they hate you again.
Toilet Story
Aristotelis Nikolas Mochloulis
When I entered the shop, the cashier looked at me like someone holding a toilet seat.