Likely I’ll fail to properly introduce Zachary Tyler Vickers’ debut, Congratulations on Your Martyrdom!, so I’ll make no fancy words about it: this collection of interconnected stories—comprised of
love becoming, like an apple,
this requires time, starred
blossom, then summer, the attention
of bees, grown men
bow their heads, concentrating
on the national anthem
in stadiums
You've told me you feel like a bat.
What you don't mean is your wings.
Or the development of a reflex that draws your ears toward small sounds.
What you do mean is that you're
[Previously on... Part 7 :: Part 6 :: Part 5 :: Part 4 :: Part 3 :: Part 2 :: Part 1]
Lt. Pup is now teleporting back to a desolate Earth, where Cat kind is attacking the dogs with tactical
After watching the TEDx Talk, I initially thought, “I wonder if everyone who watches that video will try to write a memoir.”
There’s an episode of The Outer Limits where Alyssa Milano plays a college student that eats men whole with her vagina.
brick
once in 2011
someone at a party
offered me rum
mixed with cough medicine
from a 1 liter plastic bottle of generic orange soda
i thought
this will make
I saw myself on the Jumbotron. Locked eyes on my eyes looking elsewhere.
A fleet of pickup trucks and a white panel van have taken all the shady spots outside my parents’ house.
The computers will run an error the size of oceans howling crazy for the pale moon & will hurtle through our bodies to get there. My brother says the lights across the river will burn out.
It will be great to hear how you have been! Hope we can get to everything in the seven seconds I have allotted our interaction.
I want as a reader to be transformed and thrown off balance by what I read, and I try to do that for my reader as well.
The narrator of Ben Lerner’s 10:04 goes to see The Clock at Lincoln Center in New York. The Clock was at Lincoln Center from July 13, 2012 to August 1, 2012, but in the book’s acknowledgements, Lerner explains that time in the novel does not always correspond to time in the world. This creates a sort of magical New York where Occupy Wall Street, The Clock, and Hurricane Irene can all be happening practically at the same time.
Whose hometown are we in in the dream? :: Do you hold my hand or do you disembowel me? Whose side are you on, anyway? :: My confession on this Sunday morning is: we are all human.
His first sensory seizures were like a passing light-headedness.
They stopped my mother’s heart four times.
I’m pretty sure very few people fantasize about being burned at the stake, but I do think there’s something fantasy-like in a witch burning – putting a ‘dangerous’ woman in a submissive pose, publicly humiliating her, watching her scream and writhe as her clothes and then flesh burn away.
Hello, I'm the wise giraffe. Tell me how and why you came here.
I definitely gained traction in my twenty-ninth year. At twenty-nine, my skin cleared up, I sold a book. But the biggest accomplishment for me was that I stopped working retail and made my money solely from writing and teaching writing.
The rock is slow to change. The wave can be exploded by a breeze.
You interviewing me for Hobart is pretty much the peak of my hustle. Maybe this is me selling out. Maybe this is growing up.
another kind of crime scene
walking to the post office with A
One time, a pair of blue Tattersalls, two Sigma Chis home from Clemson. Two, again: faded blackwatch shorts and a stretchy lavender thong, smelled like Obsession. Just that one time.
For ten years, General Motors knew about faulty ignition switches in its cars but concealed this information.
Corbin was listening to Pete Rock and CL Smooth’s T.R.O.Y. and thinking of Trina McIver when shot inside the bodega on Fourth Street.
