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The Opiate Books Presents Lindsay Lohan Stole My Life: A Satire of the 00s

The book that was too hot to handle in Hollywood and all other mainstream locales (basically just leaving Italy, where scandal is sacrosanct and nobody reads anyway). Find out the truth about the 00s and the butterfly effect of Lindsay Lohan not only on our current Kardashian-Jenner driven culture, but on ex-socialite and underdog Tate Carmichael. Buy a tangible copy online at Bookshop.org here. Or … Continue reading The Opiate Books Presents Lindsay Lohan Stole My Life: A Satire of the 00s

Night Feed by Cameron Morse

Faint heatchimney shimmeramid motesof snowdrifting at the edgeof sight teasing meinto a tentative belief             * Night of disruptedsleep breachof insomnia I holdmy shockedawake inconsolableinfant daughter tomy overburdened chest Overloadedthe mistake I madewith the washing machine trapped in the samebroken cycle             * After eight years on KeppraI’m tired allllthe time my patience wears waytoo thin and now the garden hosewon’t straighten kinking in my … Continue reading Night Feed by Cameron Morse

2021: An Entomological Metaphor by Matthew Peluso

Melipona beecheii, Melipona yucatanicaA.k.a. xunan kab, “The regal lady bee”Stingless, honey-making beesThey cannot hurt other speciesLiving off nectar, not hunting of other insectsEusocial in natureThey live together in multi-generational coloniesAnd care even for the offspring of othersWorshipped by the Mayans for centuriesAs a closer step to GodSpiritual link to Ah Muzen CabMayan god of bees and honeyPath to a higher level of BeingThey are currently … Continue reading 2021: An Entomological Metaphor by Matthew Peluso

A Pairing by Nathan Leslie

March They sit at their usual table, in their usual spots. They practice habit; habit keeps it together.  Fred orders the black bean soup and the Caesar salad. It is lunch. If it was dinner, he’d order the seafood stew, but it’s always lunch. They only meet for lunch. Marie orders the salmon wrap. She has ordered this before. She likes the squeeze of lemon … Continue reading A Pairing by Nathan Leslie

The Experiences of Ramona Quimby Belong to the Twentieth Century

It seems fitting—poetic, really—that Beverly Cleary’s death should occur as the throes of the pandemic and its effects continue to rage on (despite what the “officials” might try to declare with their attempts at “rosy” depictions; people will say anything to keep the wheels of capitalism turning, after all). For this is the generation of children slated, arguably, to be the most “fucked up”—or at … Continue reading The Experiences of Ramona Quimby Belong to the Twentieth Century

Eat All the Politicians by D. S. G. Burke

For starters, the organizers miscalculated the general interest among vampires for collectively addressing the avoidable self-annihilation of their preferred food source. The three hundred known nests across the globe sent a total of twenty-eight delegates. The meeting was held in New York, over the long Martin Luther King Jr. weekend. They were unable to secure a room in the United Nations, as initially planned, due to … Continue reading Eat All the Politicians by D. S. G. Burke

A Faithful Housewife by Dale Champlin

after Federico García Lorca, An Unfaithful Housewife Translated from the Spanish by Conor O’Callaghan When I led Haroldto my rock by the pondI wondered if he was a virginthough he would soon be my husband. Would he guess that I was not?It took me so long to answer for myself—what does it mean to be a virgin?The peepers were chirping their lullaby. Was it the … Continue reading A Faithful Housewife by Dale Champlin

How Did Harold Die? by Dale Champlin

I ask, just to pass the time. Today for the first timein a long string of days,Old Shoe is lucid. “He died in an avalanche.No, it was a house firewhile I was on vacation. A car crash,” she said,“No wait, he was deliveringthe mail and a semi flattenedhis cart. He was a lumberjackand a widow-maker got him. Hewas cut in two by a freight train.He was … Continue reading How Did Harold Die? by Dale Champlin

Old by Christoffer Felix Wahlberg

We are getting old Our blood is thick and gravelly  Pumped up noisily through traffic jam  Veins passing abandoned arteries along the way    We are told in unison  That at our age breathing is important But we talk, and quickly come to the conclusion That less is more  So we hold hands and breath and memories Squeezing tighter  As days creak by   Together we imagine a lightning purge  And two smoldering wheelchairs  Drifting … Continue reading Old by Christoffer Felix Wahlberg