bring bring hello, yes, is there a morning after pill for sleeping with a white boy? american, yep. well not actually sleeping with him as in sex, but just waking up next to one. (waking up next to a white boy.) no. well of course i know what a morning after pill is for and of course i am now pregnant, i just want to … Continue reading White Boy Privilege Morning by Khalil Anthony
In 2013 photographs of two self-portraits painted by former President George W. Bush, one showing him naked from the waist up standing in his shower, the other soaking in the bathtub with the water running, were stolen from his sister’s email account and posted on the internet. Below, an art critic wades in: Yes, their provenance is problematic, illegitimate even, but the sheer, dare … Continue reading George W. Bush In His Bathroom: A Retrospective by A.G. Price
Even the stodgiest of writers (this just means someone who has read more than one section of In Search of Lost Time) have seemed to become guilty of using a certain twenty-first century non-simile that’s caught on like a bad rash: “as fuck.” At first, there was something hard-edged and even meaningful to this turn of phrase. But now, like so many things that get oversaturated, … Continue reading Should the Non-Simile “As Fuck” Be Abolished Before It’s Too Late?
nadia walks into the room wearing an outfit of dreams torn just below the hem she turns back gazes where it’s okay to laugh only to smile and hearing their voice she’ll nadia looks round by us isn’t it a museum in here and statues from the corners at her knees now isn’t it she says and waits she hasn’t anywhere else to go away … Continue reading a shadow of gray by Kenneth Kesner
—after Caravaggio’s John in the Wilderness at the Nelson-Atkins The Baptist as a teen virgin, lambskin draped over his cherubic genitals, rests in a tree trunk, his dark gaze directing me beyond the frame to the halter top and torn jeans of an art student standing near enough for him to scent her body spread. Like a serial killer, he feasts his eyes upon her. … Continue reading Salome by Cameron Morse
( atto unico ) Personaggi: Quattro personaggi di differente età e sesso. Una donna di una certa età. Scena vuota, con al centro soltanto un tavolo rettangolare, lungo, delle dimensioni di un letto d’ospedale. Luce. Al centro della scena la donna, sdraiata sul tavolo, immobile, ad occhi chiusi. Intorno, disposti liberamente, gli altri quattro personaggi. Ognuno fa un po’ quello che vuole, guardando dove vuole; … Continue reading In Terra di Angelo Vannini
Violation is, objectively, one of the key components in meat processing, a euphemistic term, to be sure, that’s code for, ironically, “bloodlessly killing animals” for human consumption. And it is this form of trespassing upon the corporeal body that darkly colors the vast majority of Han Kang’s first novel to be translated into English, The Vegetarian. The glib simplicity of the title is almost jarring … Continue reading The Stuff That Dreams Are Made of Is Not Meat in Han Kang’s The Vegetarian
Life in the surveillance state sure has its perks, as Gribby will be the first to tell you. Like this morning, for instance, as he’s drinking his Ovaltine and Googling guppies – he has a tankful in the living room that won’t quit dying – he comes across a site called PornME that sounds interesting so he clicks it open and it is. It … Continue reading PornME by David Leo Rice
she’s some kind of night shiva under wraps of rose & nicotine acid-lipped staghorn-coral queen of this bar opal-stained moroccan sky & turbulent blue like mingus liszt or piaf in days of thunder talking & smiling to strangers high on herself dancing gracefully in the middle of a forest fire while drunken lads shatter bottles & mirrors on street corners the carnivorous neons of sexshops … Continue reading Pigalle Bluethroat by Henrik Aeshna
