Another fucking breakdown,smoking again… Heavy with my useless head,which cannot bear to think. Everything is bro-ken, the glass on my phone is cracked like my head.The door comes off the kitchen cabinet, asdoes every last second of my thought. If on-ly the words would loose and meaning come, I’d beable to live inside my body, be atease with my life. But my mind is blank, … Continue reading Again by John Jack Jackie (Edward) Cooper
“What’s this mania for dogs?” an elderly man, who belongs to the affluent class, inquired of his companion, as they walked past us, exercising their limbs in quest of longevity. I averted my face and continued my watchfulness over the nose of my tiny dog, who would win the Noble Prize for sniffing if such a contest is introduced in the years to come. That … Continue reading Milieu II by Susie Gharib
There are a number of key messages to take away from Coraline. At the top of the list is the old platitude, “The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.” (Until it isn’t.) Or, as Ovid once put it, “The harvest is always richer in another man’s field.” However one chooses to phrase it, the point is that everything else seems … Continue reading Coraline’s Underlying Warning to the Unborn: Don’t End Up With Writers for Parents
Come, hear us now sing you songs of truth (and woe) ‘cross the seventh divide, the salves and stirrers of blood and breasts that ride the flaming cold of void and harpies’ breath, wrapping icy tongues ‘round gnarl and knot of stiff, blackened fingertips. Take hold of hands (and ponderances upon lips) thorny in their grip and snap the bones (How the warmth of flesh brings longing for days of Summer— a sweet ache) and … Continue reading Bitter Fruit From Suicide Trees* by David Estringel
Yoga Class.Tights.Ass.Glad We GotOur Senior Pass.(Glad We BroughtSome Extra Cash)NamasteYou Stunning Thing.Let Me SeeYour Luscious Bling.Let Me BeYour Silver Fox.Your Downward Dog’sA Paradox.Still Your Breath.Strike A Pose.Decompress.Decompose.Take Your Time.Mind Your Pace.Your Maker’s OutIn Outer Space.Creating.X-Ray Ting.Speed Dating.At The Kama Sutra Rest HomeAnd Bar. Continue reading Speed Dating at the Kama Sutra Rest Home and Bar by Charlie Robert
culling the runts: the process by which one eliminates, when breeding snails in captivity,genetically weak offspring from a clutch of snails.the runts need to be culled, otherwise they suffer,in pain, their whole lives. this isn’t a metaphor:the runts, doomed, grow slower than the organs inside of themselves.that’s what a runt is: organs growing faster than a malformed shellevery two weeks for the first six weeks … Continue reading Culling the Runts by Emilia Ferrante
I want to talk about abyssal gigantism: the way animals in the deep sea take up more space, make themselves larger. It’s right there in the name: abyssal, meaning of the abyss, gigantism, meaning preternaturally large. You probably know about the giant squid— I did too. But what I didn’t know was that the giant squid is just one of many enormous sea creatures. There’s the giant oarfish, the seven-arm octopus, and, to … Continue reading Invertebrate Musings by Emilia Ferrante
I don’t know. Can you drink enough coffee to keep properly alert all night just staring at a fresh dead body? Listening for the slightest sound? That most delicate twitch of the lips. A finger twitch. We do it, but come morning, who can remember if they’ve managed to stay fully awake enough to do the job? There’s always that chance you’ve drifted off and … Continue reading A New Sittin’ Up by Larry D. Thacker
Everyone always wants to speak from the outraged and victimized perspective of a person who has been plagiarized, never taking into account the perspective of the one accused. The following is coming from the latter standpoint. The people who believe what they believe (i.e., “plagiarism fundamentalists”) will not be convinced otherwise long enough to open their mind even a single iota about this. But still, … Continue reading What Should You Do When You’re Accused of Plagiarizing But Don’t Really Feel That You Have Based on Your Own Set of Values?, Or: I Can’t Believe Plagiarism Is Incontrovertibly, Inarguably Objective!
My name is Ihab,I speak English,Bahki 3arabi,Et je parle beaucoup français.Born in France,Fed Moroccan,Raised in between. My name is Ihab.Not IhAb, nor ILaD and certainly not Habib.I could show it to you,I could draw the Arabic letters on the board,The Alif, then the Ya,Right next to the Ha,The other Alif, and finally the Ba.Would it matter? I don’t know. My name is Ihab, but I … Continue reading My Name Is… by Ihab Aziz
