Poetry

Mandira’s Kitchen by Floyd Humphrey

Like slimy gutter rats, Britain’s ICE agents slid through the back fence targeting a chic Indian restaurant,its owner embodying “British values,”employing competent people disregarding their ethnicity: meritocracy at its best Mandira, lauded by Britain’s culinary finest—Nigella Lawson, Jamie Oliver and Channel 4—was on holiday, delegating managementto those in whom she believedto those in whom she trusted the ICE rats with two pit bulls and Surrey police,who think … Continue reading Mandira’s Kitchen by Floyd Humphrey

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Poetry

A Deeper Ruby and Smoldering Eye by Dale Champlin

—after Rita Dove’s “Girls on the Town, 1946” Thirty seconds across the threshold           music grabs your neck & shouldersshakes you free from questions—           your mother’s worried eyesyour father’s furrowed brow. Across the darkened room           you recognize faceslit by swirling silver flashes— red lips laughing, eyes outlined            in diamond glitter.These are your people,           your sisters in youth. Close your eyes—           ease your body                     onto the dance floor.Let the music envelop you.   Now perfume, … Continue reading A Deeper Ruby and Smoldering Eye by Dale Champlin

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Poetry

Poisons by Susie Gharib

It is not the hebenon that was distilledinto Old Hamlet’s earduring his elysian sleep, nor the toxic taxinethat ripples in the blood streamsof funereal yew trees. It is not The Stranglerof Martin’s A Song of Ice and Firethat constricts one’s throatwithout the aid of a hempen rope,nor the hemlock administered to Socrates’ brewto induce his doom. It is not the poisoned dartsthat feature in Sir Arthur … Continue reading Poisons by Susie Gharib

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Poetry

Outlook by Naa Asheley Ashitey

i. We broke the bread along the coastline.The pieces first float alongthe white waves of the Pacific beforeit got swallowed downwith the sand and hope. ii. I don’t know when I stopped breathing,nor when my eyes rolled backand woke up with my right legbent outward. iii. I’m not awake enough to processwhat you’re whispering.I can only simply turn my headand look out at the water. … Continue reading Outlook by Naa Asheley Ashitey

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Criticism, Essay

The Oddness of The Devil Wears Prada 2 Acting As if the Notion That “Print is Dead” is New or Sobering Information

It’s funny to think that as recently as 2022, when discussing The Devil Wears Prada, Anne Hathaway told The View, “I don’t know if there can be [a sequel]. I just think that movie was in a different era. Now everything’s gone so digital and that movie is centered around the concept of producing a physical thing and it’s just, it’s just very different.” But … Continue reading The Oddness of The Devil Wears Prada 2 Acting As if the Notion That “Print is Dead” is New or Sobering Information

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To Reach 100 Summits by Cithara Patra

To break down your wallsTo break through to youis the same as trying to reach 100 summitsClimbing and crawling your sidesrocks and dirt crumbling under my weightI try to move your boulders,snap the twigs blocking my way,winds blowing in all directionsrain beating down on my backthen come the blizzards hitting my faceyou try to knock me downyou try to keep me from going upyou don’t … Continue reading To Reach 100 Summits by Cithara Patra

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Criticism, Essay

Christian Kracht’s Eurotrash: Another Bret Easton Ellis-Style “Romp” That Examines the Guilt of Privilege—and How That Guilt Ultimately Serves Nothing But the Status Quo

If Christian Kracht’s debut novel, Faserland, was considered a “rip-off” of Bret Easton Ellis’ general style, Eurotrash would also like to submit itself for consideration. After all, its autofiction genre is very much in keeping with what Easton Ellis did for 2005’s Lunar Park (back when “metafiction” was the chicer word to use). And while most people associate BEE with Less Than Zero (which also, … Continue reading Christian Kracht’s Eurotrash: Another Bret Easton Ellis-Style “Romp” That Examines the Guilt of Privilege—and How That Guilt Ultimately Serves Nothing But the Status Quo

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