The Corona Honeymoon, Pt. 3 by Elles Rebelles

“Having trouble staying at home? Shave your eyebrows off.” I scroll through memes. Next to me, Sergei is on his phone scrolling. The sun makes the cum on my belly glisten. We just had sex for the second time today. The afternoon sex is the best. Where in the morning my pleasure is being anesthetized by sleep, and his dick rolling in and out of … Continue reading The Corona Honeymoon, Pt. 3 by Elles Rebelles

Makeshift Bed by Joseph Buehler

When I was in my early teens I slept on a makeshift bed (a couch actually) that sat onthe small screened-in front porch of ourfarmhouse in Michigan. I only slept therea few times. A farm road fronted the porch and occasional cars or trucks passed by. Did the drivers noticeme when I arose from the couch early in themornings clothed in pajamas or a shirt and pants?I didn’t … Continue reading Makeshift Bed by Joseph Buehler

The Time Machine Predicted the Post-Human Era

Just as J.G. Ballard and Ray Bradbury, the eerie foresight with which H.G. Wells told of a dystopian future feels increasingly palpable. Nay, is actually here, despite any rosy “we can make a change” attitudes to the contrary. And unlike, say, Philip K. Dick, Wells does not predict a future in which humans have evolved (some more reluctantly than others) with technology, but one in … Continue reading The Time Machine Predicted the Post-Human Era

The Corona Honeymoon, Pt. 2 by Elles Rebelles

Read Part 1 of The Corona Honeymoon here. **** The crazy thing about living in the West, is that we saw corona coming in slow motion–and yet we didn’t take it seriously. We could study all the death charts of other countries, and yet I was told, “I think you’re being crazy” when I asked Sergei not to take public transport. It’s March 16th, we … Continue reading The Corona Honeymoon, Pt. 2 by Elles Rebelles

It’s Always About a Dollar (Euro) by Francisco Orozco

Having an American passport is like having your heart ripped out while being unable to go to the doctor. My Mexican hands are still brown in Europe. I just did Portugal, Italy, Hungary and now Greece in three months. Hopefully they won’t take my heart and soul by this age of thirty. I tell SFSU Professor Alejandro Murguía to drive me to downtown San Francisco. … Continue reading It’s Always About a Dollar (Euro) by Francisco Orozco

The Corona Honeymoon, Pt. 1 by Elles Rebelles

1. Our relationship has always been propelled forward by apocalypse. After declining his house key many times (let me fuck you with a strap-on, then we can talk about moving in together) the coronavirus has propelled us into a living together experiment. It’s Friday the thirteenth. If there was one person I wanted to be in quarantine with, it was him. Him, with his smug … Continue reading The Corona Honeymoon, Pt. 1 by Elles Rebelles

Shelf 15 by Rufo Quintavalle

The pure contralto sings in the organ loftTo the pilgrims and agnostics queuing upTo touch the sacred rock with the powerThey say, to heal ailments: grippe; autism;The body flux; mumps; shingles; sterility;Tennis elbow; wrist, shoulder or Achilles Tendinitis; lazy eye; leprosy; atrial flutter;Tachycardia; pentosuria; benign essentialTremor; renal calculi; Mad Cow Disease;Tourette and Townes-Brocks syndrome;Hyperglycemia; gangrene and cherubism.The prayer or the hope of all is the … Continue reading Shelf 15 by Rufo Quintavalle

Death Is A Soldier by Ron Kolm

What he really isIs a middle-aged guyWearing camo,Who reads a lot of booksOn military history and dreamsWhat the World would be likeIf Hitler had won the war.He sits in a neighborhood bar,Hunched over a White Russian,Watching TV.Every time he looksAt the screenSomething happens:Tornadoes slap Tennessee,Coronavirus erupts in China,Trump opens his mouth.He nods sagelyAnd sips his drinkAs these disasters occurIn real time.Even as he staresAt his … Continue reading Death Is A Soldier by Ron Kolm

Ode to a Shrinking Head by John Jack Jackie (Edward) Cooper

Let me not to the marriage of true mindsAdmit impediments…      — William Shakespeare, “Sonnet 116” The unconscious lays its cardswith impediment from you;impetus of id, its sole objective;and, when it deals, does, no doubt,off the bottom of the deck. The bottom of the sea is where we’re bound;ship sinking meanwhile, run aground …Captain! O Captain! you mutter, guzzling salt straight out of the packet ―who replies … Continue reading Ode to a Shrinking Head by John Jack Jackie (Edward) Cooper