Posts by Troy Anderson
Danielle D
Erick Bradshaw
It was cold out.
He never did meet the kid.
He arrived in the city with an STD.
Mama Know I’m Gutter: on Kevin Gates & the Hallways & Street Corners that Raised America
Anthony Thomas Lombardi
There’s more than one way to conquer & that’s to be conquered.
Four Poems
Bradley King
Sun on the creases of someone I love, shadows cut / our funny surface.
How to Tell the Size of a Man's Penis via His Texting Style: A Helpful Guide for Valentine's Day
Tracy Dubin
When you texted him something passive aggressive because he didn't answer your text in a timely manner, did he ignore you harder? Small dick energy (SDE).
You can build it
Andrew Rader Hanson
you can build the fist into a exclamation point
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.
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.