If The World Is Indistinct by Amy Poague

then your various eyes stare across the room at the Snellen chart: nonsense, smartly ordered, meaning subtracted. Glyphs are just shapes before they are threads weaving a mind in and out. From where do the eye’s minds return? Meaning’s long silence gives you time to interpret the chart as an abbreviated handbook for visionaries, so cover the mind’s eyes and read, handing over your tangled … Continue reading If The World Is Indistinct by Amy Poague

The Rapid Room by Lawdenmarc Decamora

(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

At Least the National Book Award Panel Doesn’t Think Women Are Useless

It’s been a bad week for women (want to pay for your own birth control, anyone?). Shit, a bad year. Surely you must know why. But one thing women can take comfort in this week is that the National Book Award panel of judges has seen fit to recognize female writers very noticeably on their list of finalists this year. Though we’ve always known the … Continue reading At Least the National Book Award Panel Doesn’t Think Women Are Useless

Regina Spektor’s “Edit” Taunt: Not Necessarily True for Everyone

There is a common belief among the “writing community” (a term Charles Bukowski would have vomited at) that “writing is rewriting.” For most, this tends to be the case, whether because they prefer the “let me shit it all out” method so that what they’ve ejected from within themselves can be fine-tuned or because, quite simply, they possess no natural talent, and have to work … Continue reading Regina Spektor’s “Edit” Taunt: Not Necessarily True for Everyone