Posts by By Gadfly
Mathematics and Metaphor: A Conversation with Barry Mazur
Audrey Zheng
Mathematicians make use of rather interesting and imaginative leaps to explain mathematics, or to be the substance of mathematics in its own right.
You can build it
Andrew Rader Hanson
you can build the fist into a exclamation point
Brittany Newell on Soft Core
Anna Dorn
With Soft Core the whole book poured out of me in a weird ecstatic gush; I like to mindlessly word-vomit first, take a break and drink some kratom, then return to the word doc and start editing in a slower, more thoughtful way, so that it kind of feels like sculpting.
Odd Light
Brad Kelly
He’d been by himself now for months except for game night with his colleagues and so he multiplied 13 by 47 in his head and divided it down until it was a trace behind the decimal point and then he asked her if she would like to meet him for a coffee downtown.
The Two Alis
Pavle Radonić
A glassy-looking eye staring out too from Mr A’s head. Had he been a victim somewhere along the line?
The Catholic
Danielle Chelosky
I’m hitting my vape while he’s being vulnerable.
Spooky Action at a Distance
Alexander Hackett
You're glowing, she said. And why would I be glowing? It can't be the gutrot wine, or last week's fast food lunches. It can't be my Quasimodo limp, I smashed my toe on a fire hydrant trying to
Obedience Training
Mickie Kennedy
Run to him,
it urged. Drop to your knees
Breaststroke
Talia Vyadro
When she used to swim at night her bones cut through water like perforating paper. It was always the same ritual, pants off first with a slight shimmy, arms up high overhead to get rid of the
Weird Fishes
Andrew P. Heath
I was informed that it was going to be some kind of horror and pornography mash-up. Lisa promised a murder.
excerpt from Where When It Rains
John F Duffy
I held out my fist, “Midwest love.”
She touched her knuckles to mine.
3 Cloud Poems
Madelyn Grace
I intimidate men
With my intensity
Please don’t be scared of me
Neptune Unbound
Sona Lea Dombourian
I most certainly am not acting out, I inform Mom via ESP, as she silently bids me to exercise her extolled virtue of impulse control. Across from us at the dinner table looms a leering lech
we remember what it's like to be in love: 3 poems
Tyler Dempsey
i turned out alright
Connecticut
Nora Goodbody
The drive to Connecticut was easy. There were hardly any other cars on the road. It was foggy and grey and the highway seemed to stretch out endlessly in front of me. The governor had warned against