I dreamed the other night of a time long ago, When the air sang of hymns and the Herald of spring, Enigma adventures and the facets of Eden Glared broader and beckoned the villagers home, The lanterns of poor and humble folk shined Brighter than beacons on every stone tower, And dawn followed bellbirds sighing queer and coy, For the King and his might came … Continue reading Magdalene by Alex R. Encomienda
The name Richard Adams doesn’t generally come up in conversation unless you’re either 1) in Britain or British or 2) talking about Watership Down, a landmark novel released in 1972 that bears with it a similarly nadsat-esque language called lapine–communicated specifically between rabbits. That’s right, rabbits. Anthropomorphized for the sake of the book’s allegorical nature, Adams’ debut explores the notion of the meaning of the … Continue reading Man Down: Richard Adams, Author of Watership Down, Fills the Novelist Role for 2016’s Death Toll
Rain falls heavily upon a cabin hidden within a grove of tall fir trees, it is a simple wooden structure with a thatched roof and an arched door way. Stalks of ivy cling to the wall. Thunder resounds from the surrounding peaks into the valley. From the round window in the front Morg Ana sees Mary Ray, the minister’s wife, running through the trees to … Continue reading Angel’s Trumpet by Olive Morgan
In Memory of Donald J. Trump Who, Biting Off More Than He Could Chew, Would Rather Choke Than Spit It Out What seemed to us sportive away, Where the sea-shelf drops from the land, Came into the shallows to play And was tangled up by the sand. It had air enough to survive, If only breath were concerned, But needed the water to thrive Which … Continue reading Beached Whale by Stuart Jay Silverman
Melissa Broder is all about filling her holes. It’s meant to sound less perverse than it does, though one imagines Broder’s sense of humor could appreciate the sexual connotation as well. One can barely get through a ten-page block of her essay collection So Sad Today (named for the Twitter account that inspired it) without the mention of hole filling. And, by whatever means necessary–sex, … Continue reading Trying to “Fill Her Holes,” Melissa Broder Fine-Tunes A Marie Calloway Genre With So Sad Today
The B screeched to a halt at Brighton Beach as night fell. I’d been alone on the subway since Prospect Park. As the train gradually emptied throughout the ride, I recalled the vines and plants which blossomed from the crevices of Prospect Park station, lining the walls and tracks with green, and which were fed by the setting sunlight. I’d hoped to pass it on my … Continue reading Coney Island Midnight by Matthew Lesaule
I don’t want to get too deep into the content of this video, suffice it to say, everything is explained within it. And if you couldn’t be there, that’s a shame. You’ve got to come to the next one–or don’t, I guess that’s why I make these videos… for you Andy Warhol voyeur types. In any event, I’d like to think of us as symbolists … Continue reading The Opiate Vol. 8 Reading
As the increasing fascination with Los Angeles persists (all the while with New York City becoming less au courant as a place to lust after in terms of inhabitance), it seems appropriate that Eve Babitz would experience a sudden renaissance after many decades spent under the radar. Her obvious counterpart, Joan Didion, is a darker, more brooding version of Babitz (as showcased in Play It … Continue reading Eve Babitz’ Slow Days, Fast Company: A Lighter Version of Play It As It Lays
