(after Requiem for a Dream) Feel the pain, the spiked effect of the year fastens like fantasy to the rapid room of human skin. Watch the junior tomato sun swiftly spinning forward the neon kitchen countertops, making big the dream to dance with cauliflowers while the text message remains unread, un-sniffing the curry powder from the freshest Woodstock of our lungs. See neon-painted plastic cups … Continue reading The Rapid Room by Lawdenmarc Decamora
“It seems wrong to say that so dystopian a novel is great fun to read, but it’s true. I suspect that Thomas Pynchon and Hunter S. Thompson would love this book.” High praise indeed from Salman Rushdie. But is it truly the writing of Sean Penn or Sean Penn himself that has attracted this level of favor for a debut novel?–one that, at the very … Continue reading On the Usual Problems of a Celebrity Like Sean Penn Writing a Book–One That’s Actually Prose
With a bell’s ringing, proceeding were the cobalt seas and their brown island capes that absorbed light. It was on Tuesday morning in the beyond. Continue reading March by Margarita Serafimova
dates a cousin of mine. She’s older, from Ohio. It’s said in the news he’s going through something… They stay at an upscale hotel, in a room on the fortieth floor. The stairs are outside the building and wrap around it. I have trouble going up, so does he. All eyes are on us. My cousin waits at the top, looking down. Just before getting … Continue reading Joaquin Phoenix by Matthew Corey
While shoe box to shoe box travels my childhood Professionals roll garbage cans around a conference room Half the size of a holding tank Half the hope of a holding tank Full of third world retail flattery “nothing wrong with the blind leading the blind,” we think they just said porcelain epoch succeeding for the most part dying for the most part married for the … Continue reading Channels to fall asleep to by Tongo Eisen-Martin
at Home: in city winter mint tea cools beside cracked windows; No one is coming to me tonight. I dream (figuratively) of her and I living with no interruptions, no static. I dream (literally) of jumping out of an aeroplane landing on my feet with no parachute, no reservation. out Elsewhere: I hear the frail, Korean boutique owner closing down for the night — locking … Continue reading Alone & Stirring by Adam Gunther
1. A woolly bundle of infant said, I’m ready to be discovered. When I live again, I want to be feathered. What vision makes the blind man cry? Shame arrives in pairs, the teacher learning from the student. Infant to mother says, This delightful woman is the same package torn open without cause. Something with gravity fell upon it. Mother to infant says, I gathered … Continue reading How I Arrived At My First Conclusion by Rich Ives
Apropos of nada, I tweeted about the same shit earlier… “Let’s keep this one hundred. The ‘best’ in me comes from my femininity. The ‘man’ in me is there to protect me and others from that very same ‘man’ in others.” Continue reading Best Man by Scott Moncrieff
Abandoned in the arms of a so-called beloved stranger. Hustling some feelings for a flat to rent. Lucy would have loved to study further. But life chose for her…addiction Addicted to numbers under mattresses, Smoking papers after charmless gunshots. And wounds… Wounds that will never heal… Heads up She crossed life but, crippled in her heart, she faced time. Her age is her strength, her … Continue reading Life and Death of Fallen Stars by Gilles Ansiaux
MIRROR MIRROR DOWN THE HALL You make me feel foreign Desert mirage oasis other Cast in shades of rainbow color In your presence Everyone is alone Continue reading MIRROR MIRROR DOWN THE HALL by Marius Presterud
