By Ariana Reines - Apr 30, 2017
I just watched a Tony Robbins video
You may judge this a counterrevolutionary gesture
Thinking about the people I forgot to write back to
I ate as much peanut butter as I could
Listening to I CAN’T HELP FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU
(Pats the boot of his gun affectionately) a kind of bug
As siphoner sucking up the purple world thru its straw
Whorling hurricanes out from the backs of beetles, diaper rashes
Heavy tits heavy eyes of a heavy lady, a lady with fibroids
A lady who suffers migraines, I wanna fuck a woman who knows pain
By Zachary Lipez - Apr 28, 2017
I want to defend the new Father John Misty album, “That’s Entertainment” or “All That Jazz” or “Misty ...Read More >
By Zachary German - Apr 26, 2017
Standing on the dock in the afternoon rain, my dad says he’d rather I have a bad time fishing with my old man than a good time playing computer games.
He doesn’t say things like “Your old man” much, but sometimes he does. Or he’ll call me sport, or champ, mostly when I do something dumb. One time I light a whole book of matches on fire and throw it on the floor and stomp on it. It leaves a black spot and my dad says, “You really just did that, huh.”
By Sam Pink - Apr 24, 2017
I was walking home through downtown St. Pete, sweating badly.
This older guy crossed paths with me near a concrete ledge overlooking an area of creek.
‘Man, goddamn it,’ he said, stopping by me as though we’d already been talking.
I stopped too.
‘This motherfucker….’ he said, gesturing out somewhere.
He had faded tattoos and big, raw pock marks all over his arms.Read More >
By Drew Gamble - Apr 24, 2017
In 1977, my parents bought a house on a busy street. The home fell inside of a half-square mile oddity of land and bureaucratic mishap that the locals called Skevanston. This real estate snafu allowed people like my parents to buy a better valued home in the city of Evanston’s school district while paying the town of Skokie’s lower property taxes.Read More >
By Brad Phillips - Apr 23, 2017
Can you imagine I’ve never shaken one hand, never faked one smile, never kissed any curator’s asymmetrically pant-clad ass, to achieve this comfortable if not wildly successful career I have?
That in four years I’ve gone to six art openings, three mine, one my wife’s, two my best friends. Did you know that was possible? To just stay home and work?
By Elizabeth Ellen - Apr 21, 2017
Lately I have been wondering how many accidental car crashes are misdiagnosed suicides. It seems that if your intent is to kill yourself without afterward being thought an asshole by your friends and family, running your car into a tree or telephone pole would be the way to do it. Nobody gets hurt and everyone chalks it up as a “freak occurrence.” Of course now that I’ve posed the question in this form, I have eliminated it as a possibility for myself.Read More >
By Leopoldine Core - Apr 19, 2017
I wanted to write a love poem
the most impossible thing
and I did
and it wasn’t hard
and afterward I took a walk
and nothing seemed hard.
By May-Lan Tan (prod. Kumo) - Apr 17, 2017
my other body always knows what to steal and when to stopRead More >
By Sam Cooke - Apr 15, 2017
If time is money
and I don’t have money
then I don’t have time
for your bullshitRead More >
By Tao Lin - Apr 12, 2017
In 2012 I didn’t know much about micrograms.
Drugs I used then were measured mostly in milligrams.
2 milligrams of Xanax, 30 milligrams of Adderall.
By Sarah Rose Etter - Apr 10, 2017
What do I do in the evenings? I take off the mask. I stare into the eyes of a man in a photograph. I hum. The humming is based on ancient chants I read about in a book. Lately, my concern has been with wholeness: Am I whole? Should I be completed? What will do the legwork of this completion?Read More >
By Ben Fama - Apr 9, 2017
Yesterday you went to the desert I put on Brahms channel and washed the tub my fur stood up seeing your ...Read More >
By Noah Cicero - Apr 7, 2017
Tupac sits among the thousands of people at the Seldon vs. Tyson fight. Tupac feels calm. He loves Tyson, and he wants to watch a man get destroyed. He wants to experience victory. Suge Knight is sitting next to him – his best friend, his boss, the owner of Death Row Records. As Tupac looks around, he thinks that he has never felt like one of them. He has always felt, deep in his chest, that his life was an emergency, that he could never quit for even one second. Everyone around him lived in mimicry, and this mimicry killed him.Read More >
By Rachel B. Glaser - Apr 5, 2017
I wanna b a mountain does a mountain still get her period? I wanna b a racoon but still date Donny H. like I ...Read More >
By Brandon Hobson - Apr 4, 2017
Back when I was doing cocaine, we found a chicken in our yard. We weren’t sure how it got there, but it wouldn’t leave. My wife made me take a broom outside to try to scare it away.
“It’s just a chicken,” I said.
“You’re a chicken,” she said.
By Ken Baumann - Apr 3, 2017
1. The ability of language to comfort has eroded entirely. Words spoken now serve only to point. You’re given the material means to craft a language free of the dead weight of history. Describe its grammar.Read More >
By Bud Smith - Apr 2, 2017
German Shepherd – Narc. Hates fun. Fascist. Bred to fight crime, so don’t buy if you’re a criminal. Sharp teeth. Loud ass bark. My parents had one that they named Cybil. Cybil Shepherd, haha. My parents got caught growing pot in between their tomato plants down in south Jersey. I think Cybil Shepard reported them to the cops.Read More >