Three Poems
Chris Mink
Because sharks mate / by just passing for a moment / before separating forever and / because his dog died...
Because sharks mate / by just passing for a moment / before separating forever and / because his dog died...
A tiny husband lay in a pool of blood beneath him.
Matthew Vollmer's newest book, Inscriptions for Headstones, is the kind of book that refreshingly resists categorization. Essays, fiction, poems. The thirty short texts, each a single sentence...
A well-respected, dignified president living a double-life as a slayer of the undead is actually a much more appealing plotline than one would expect. In Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter, Lincoln
Plates, large:
Stack in bottom row. Front side should face the rinse cylinder. Do not face plates away from the rinse cylinder. Do not stack in top row. If washing by hand, make sure to wash
Morgan Freeman makes me cry.
When I see them on Saturday in St. Louis, it will be the sixth time I will have seen Rush live, and I will have seen them in three different decades of my life – my 20s, 30s and 40s.
This month’s column was going to be about quitting my last job, but what’s the point. It was mostly uninteresting anyway. Everyone was happy for me and I put in my final two weeks without mess or
Although Flight opens on a full-screen shot of a nipple, it quickly digresses into one of the most intense movie scenes I’ve ever watched on screen. Pilot Whip Whitaker (Denzel Washington) is
At a certain point, / no sex becomes a little Branch Davidian
He was her first virgin, and he waited to do it in a bed.
Sure, sometimes it’s better not to just come right out and say it, for instance “the unicorns” represent “the writing” and that “the unicorns” are the perfect symbol of “the writing’s magical, elusive, cunning, and enchanted nature.”
Texas gets a bad rap because it's filled with assholes, but really if you take any area the size of Texas anywhere it will be filled with assholes, because that's what people are.
The night before you were born, your mother and I watched Knocked Up downstairs in the family room.
Rocky Horror Picture Show is probably the biggest piece of bullshit I've ever seen pass as a movie. Besides the fact that it looks like it had the budget of about twelve dollars, there is no plot,
The two of them are down on the riverbank, idling; their calico van sits arch-above.
In the fall of Helga Vierksen’s death, I was seven years old.
1) Technically, everything remains but the stereo, circa 1998, a sound system so old it couldn't play CD's for more than an hour without overheating into unbearable skips...
Of course, I think that Mark Twain is true. I think that Samuel Clemens is the lie. Only a dishonest person wants you to know that a story they are telling "really happened."
Perks of Being a Wallflower is the very beautiful, slightly tragic, endearing story of diffident, introverted Charlie (Logan Lerman) and his first year of high school as he’s taken under the wings
You were a horse yesterday; what happened? I rode you places under the hot sun. You fought off flies with your tail and we galloped knee deep through rivers. When apples fell off the tree and we
Kathy Acker was sick of shaving her legs. Every time she shaved them she cut herself. It didn’t matter if the blade was dull or sharp. Inevitably the blade would steal pieces of her knee.
Hello, Sarah, your skin’s perspiring. Nervous? Your heart rate just jumped to 153 beats per minute and your eyes dilated by two millimeters. By the way, I like what you’ve done with your hair: the
An interview with Mark Jude Poirier
Thrift stores are full of possibility and sadness, which makes them perfect settings for fiction, in my opinion.
I still remember how he'd pour, like a ritual, like he still does to this day when he mixes himself a Beam & Pepsi at the end of the day.
I literally can’t even warn you about what it feels like to see Sinister, other than that it makes you feel like you’re watching a real murder. At the beginning of the film it had the makings of a
DREAM
Our legs are stilts. Beyond our ankles
are the blunt ends of crutches. Our feet
are missing. But our hands are fine,
Boy says. There’s a rope suspended
between our bodies. Our