I feel too sorry, I’m too tired, and though I desperately want to change my life, I’m not in a position to, which is to say I’ve taken up the position of defending my nondefendable position. Position underneath position.
Flung like emotions, tilting to night . . .
Sex is the opposite of being a novelist, and I would rather live between them.
“We come here once a month,” the woman added. “To spice things up.”
The air felt so heavy that it would suffocate all language.
‘Eaten.’ He rectifies, his tongue flips out and recoils in saurian swiftness.
Fully, religiously, rigorously outline, and enjoy the surprises along the way.
Pull your elastic around your wrist / and laugh like a grown woman.
I don’t want anything serious. But come to raves with me. Take drugs with me!
And by:
Elizabeth Ellen’s Instagram account (@shortflightlongdrive). Come for the cougar stalking the line between avant-tasteful and not not ironic literary hot mom, stay for zooming in on the books in the background. Elizabeth Ellen’s Instagram. I’m liking it for the captions.
But there’s no cup, no / kitchen. Just one mouldy / statue, dreaming of television.
out in the Everglades, no resurrection
just a rotting boy's corpse
the day i was born i was yellow and poisoned and anxious.
and they put me under a sunlamp and burned it out of me.
I laugh and say, “is that a Rupi Kaur poem?”
You’ll know you’re entering pound-town, U.S.A. if you start to lie a lot
a friend of mine once said that [Fresh, Green Life] is My Year of Rest and Relaxation for boys.
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.
We are like dogs in a dog park, smelling each other, breathing together
Part of making art is religiously making as much as you can when creatively inclined and then shaping what’s there.
We're asked to think about examples of unconscious bias and I think about the guy who goes to
Heaven but it's Chinese.
If Miami were a person, she would have veneers from the same dentist who does her Botox
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
Tina joins our class mid semester. Instantly, I dig her aura. She shares the relaxed gait and slow drawl of the local stoners. She wears her dark hair flat and parted down the middle and has an
