Cragged rock reaches skyward, gaps in the green either burn scars or metamorphic bands.
When I get home, I buy the rateyourboyfriend.com domain name for the $900 upfront fee
Darren had dropped out of art school after just six weeks, but he still insisted on referring to everything as his “practice”. Right now his practice involved sending fan letters to alt-lit
Poet, activist, and educator Anthony Thomas Lombardi absolutely slays the page in his debut collection murmurations from YesYes books. It is a collection steeped in survival and song—with the iconic Amy Winehouse at its center, the patron saint of the collection, Lombardi revels in variations of doomed beauty, over and over, until there is nothing left but sacred stain.
Pinging sounds. Low electric drone.
Fully, religiously, rigorously outline, and enjoy the surprises along the way.
Pull your elastic around your wrist / and laugh like a grown woman.
out in the Everglades, no resurrection
just a rotting boy's corpse
Drug Plane
I was fifteen, then sixteen, then twenty. My high-school friend was my now college roommate. His stepfather was less mysterious but more compelling. He was having trouble with his
A recap of New York's biggest night.
Part of making art is religiously making as much as you can when creatively inclined and then shaping what’s there.
Because isn’t that the true nature of love, protecting each other from our wickedest parts?
Victoria Brooks is the author of Silicone God (MOIST Books/House of Vlad) a queer sci-fi novel. Jack Skelley is author of The Complete Fear of Kathy Acker (Semiotext(e)), and Myth Lab: Theories of
Last spring was the last spring.
I see them right there plain as day, two-dimensional prints, sacred geometry, my life is full of meaning.
I was convinced I would die. A lone cig, maybe three gin spritzes, benzodiazepining into extinction. Ativan.
It is only for an hour or two that I get to panic about pregnancy before the blood starts.
