Showing results for July, 2025
A Pile of Clothes
Greg Gerke
I feel too sorry, I’m too tired, and though I desperately want to change my life, I’m not in a position to, which is to say I’ve taken up the position of defending my nondefendable position. Position underneath position.
Spectacular Spiritual Game
Uzodinma Okehi
Flung like emotions, tilting to night . . .
Fucking nothing
Katie Frank
Sex is the opposite of being a novelist, and I would rather live between them.
What I Learned About Love at an Orgy
Loren Kleinman
“We come here once a month,” the woman added. “To spice things up.”
Painted Blue
Kitty Saint-Rémy
The air felt so heavy that it would suffocate all language.
The Secret Admirer of Virginia Woolf
Helena Haitian Jiang
‘Eaten.’ He rectifies, his tongue flips out and recoils in saurian swiftness.
Hattie Williams on Bitter Sweet
Anna Dorn
Fully, religiously, rigorously outline, and enjoy the surprises along the way.
Two Poems
Kassidy Curry
Pull your elastic around your wrist / and laugh like a grown woman.
Spring Break
G Perata
I don’t want anything serious. But come to raves with me. Take drugs with me!
Read Sheet [DWJTM]
Ben Jahn
And by:
Elizabeth Ellen’s Instagram account (@shortflightlongdrive). Come for the cougar stalking the line between avant-tasteful and not not ironic literary hot mom, stay for zooming in on the books in the background. Elizabeth Ellen’s Instagram. I’m liking it for the captions.
Four Poems
Philip Traylen
But there’s no cup, no / kitchen. Just one mouldy / statue, dreaming of television.
ALL-AMERICAN JESUS
Jan E. Mehmedović
out in the Everglades, no resurrection
just a rotting boy's corpse
Nine Poems
Jerome Kookan
the day i was born i was yellow and poisoned and anxious.
and they put me under a sunlamp and burned it out of me.