Showing results for April, 2025
Love Spells
Ginger Jones
When you rearrange my insides you leave me for dead.
FOURTEEN POEMS
Mike Topp
I think the interview went pretty well, although at one point I remember asking the interviewer to speak slower this time, using simpler words, words with no syllables if possible.
the godhead
ry downey
Please dont forget to play. Can you remember
the last time you danced?
The Darkness We Cannot See
Bea Chang
After three flights, two chicken buses, and a strange bout of illness, I arrived in El Nido, a small backpacker nest at the far edge of the Philippines.
Four Poems
Thom Waddill
Wind in the ears like / Water ungathering / In and out of baskets.
How to Be Loved
Yasmin Lagarde
When his heart is an ashtray—cigarette butts put out on a surface that will not flinch
It Starts When You Are a Child
Jean Richardson
why does it feel so much harder to see something happen to someone else than have it happen to you?
Make Me a Steak?
Colleen Grablick
When I finally swallow, it feels like an admission of failure.
After boys become some kind of man: 3 poems
Simon Wolf
The door is broken, the home is not
as we begin to compare our splinters
before our squinting eyes.
We Fuck Despite Hell: A Review Of Cletus Crow's 'Jesus Freak'
Conor Hultman
In Crow’s version, Proverbs become advice on how to tell if someone gives good head.
Marcy Dermansky on Hot Air
Anna Dorn
What author’s (dead or alive) persona is aspirational?
Maybe Joan Didion, the super thin wrists, the iconic image on a tote bag. I just want to keep on writing books.
The Decemberists
Maxfield Francis Goldman
She buys us both mineral waters from the MoMA cafe.
Situationship Expert
Sara Byrnes
I’ve been on a lot of dates. I don’t consider myself an expert, but I can tell you how to get asked on a second: be as mysterious as possible, ask as many questions about the person as you can, let
Fidele’s Corner
James McGowan
So what if, slightly buzzed, she witnessed jubilant souls who succored maggots with their wounds, or improvised love songs to Señor Suboxone
Everything Passes
Pranavesh Subramanian
As the day proceeds, we end up chatting. I tell the man with the snowflake tattoo: I thought you were in a biker gang but you’re all just working on Excel.
Being Means Too Much
Sasha Vetrov
I was sitting in a coffee shop I used to go to. This was in Bangkok.
Like a Rotisserie Chicken from Costco
Jean Marie Hackett
Let’s be clear:
You destroy things.
Ariel Courage on Bad Nature
Anna Dorn
I think a lot about Annie Ernaux saying that she writes like she's going to die afterward. The principle works for all kinds of writing, not just autofiction—it's an urgency that makes the voice more electric, that drives you to completion, that's more honest because it has no concern for consequences.
An LLM Writes a Breakup Text to your Fuckbuddy
Azaria Brown
Prompt
# Tasks
Write a breakup text.
End relationship as clearly and concisely as possible.
Express disappointment, but be vague.
Make it clear that no further contact is desired or
A Letter I Hope You Don’t Write, Son
Garima Chhikara
Do you think I won’t understand because I never finished school?
Fantasy Football
Arcadia Molinas
Only the best of girls get to play fantasy football and today, that’s me.
Vincenzo Latronico on Perfection
Anna Dorn
I guess there is a measure of wish fulfillment in the detail of my description of Anna and Tom’s apartment. Sometimes I ask myself if this makes the arc of the novel a kind of revenge fantasy.