Excerpt from the novelization of the album Friday Night Light by Perverts Again.Read More >
In the mirror, the daughter’s head looked like a bloated cantaloupe. The doctor was going to be there any moment.Read More >
The second episode of Tyrant Hotel, a magazine-for-the-ears from Hotel & New York Tyrant, featuring Scott McClanahan and Juliet Escoria.Read More >
When I focused on the snow, it appeared I was moving trillions of miles per hour in outer space, plunging past all the stars. My perspective seemed the center of everything.Read More >
I was in the waiting room. Then I was in the examination room. There was a chair, and another chair, and a hydraulic doctor bed.Read More >
I worship my or any lips that say
in silence my love’s name.
I worship shadow that seems shadow bled
of her by sharpest sight.
My breasts ache. The man on the screen shrieks and a sheet of goosebumps appears on my skin. I am filled with something soft and new and want to cry, but nothing comes.Read More >
She says it like a foregone conclusion, Bubble Bath, shrugging out of her coat on her way to a chair. I look at her skin and wonder what she does to it. She reminds me of a horse—or maybe that’s from something I read.Read More >
Boss says, You know what I heard?
He shakes his head at Boss without looking.
Boss tells him.