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Sixteen Scores for Resistance by Samantha Cohen
1. Resist Sense of Scale Go on a hike somewhere unpopular. Avoid looking at the horizon. You can see green green green rolling and rolling, deep green fur swallowing tiny homes, okay. Maybe you can see your home, even,
Sixteen Scores for Resistance by Samantha Cohen
1. Resist Sense of Scale Go on a hike somewhere unpopular. Avoid looking at the horizon. You can see green green green rolling and rolling, deep green fur swallowing tiny homes, okay. Maybe you can see your home, even,
Providence by Marcus Civin
I have to go down to the basement, where the light is wrong. Or is there really even any light? And you don’t have to answer this question… the cost. And no one answers the phone. They’re good, but those
Providence by Marcus Civin
I have to go down to the basement, where the light is wrong. Or is there really even any light? And you don’t have to answer this question… the cost. And no one answers the phone. They’re good, but those
Pillow Talk by Saehee Cho
one. A barely sagged face, the bud of fatigue. And also beauty, clean and silver skinned, a cut. two. She can admit with ease that she is a believer in signs, in the quantifiable impossibility of coincidence. She can admit
Pillow Talk by Saehee Cho
one. A barely sagged face, the bud of fatigue. And also beauty, clean and silver skinned, a cut. two. She can admit with ease that she is a believer in signs, in the quantifiable impossibility of coincidence. She can admit
12 Years Ago by Maya Gurantz
With profound relief I dragged my bag up concrete steps and opened the door to a sublet in Burbank. The California setting sun and soft purple twilight air turned the shabby little joint into a Joni Mitchell song, from the wood-paneled
12 Years Ago by Maya Gurantz
With profound relief I dragged my bag up concrete steps and opened the door to a sublet in Burbank. The California setting sun and soft purple twilight air turned the shabby little joint into a Joni Mitchell song, from the wood-paneled
Abandonment (from Correspondence with Babak Ghazi) by Beatrice Schulz
On Wed, Mar 28, 2012 at 12:41 AM, Be A Trice <trixie.loftschulz@gmail.com> wrote: Yes, a certain amount of abandonment is necessary, but if my immediate reaction is one of indifference then I end the kiss before I have had time
Abandonment (from Correspondence with Babak Ghazi) by Beatrice Schulz
On Wed, Mar 28, 2012 at 12:41 AM, Be A Trice <trixie.loftschulz@gmail.com> wrote: Yes, a certain amount of abandonment is necessary, but if my immediate reaction is one of indifference then I end the kiss before I have had time
Fourteen Scores for Rebirth by Samantha Cohen
1.Put on a pastel silk slip or a clean white sheath. Wear an eye mask and cover yourself in white down comforters and sheets. If you don’t have these things, announce that this is for an art project
Fourteen Scores for Rebirth by Samantha Cohen
1.Put on a pastel silk slip or a clean white sheath. Wear an eye mask and cover yourself in white down comforters and sheets. If you don’t have these things, announce that this is for an art project
“Autobiography or Self” & “Biography and Self” by Charlotte Lieberman
Autobiography or Self-Portrait After Gertrude Stein’s The Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas It was this time, it was now. It was only this time this short time after some other this time that Picasso painted did paint this portrait
“Autobiography or Self” & “Biography and Self” by Charlotte Lieberman
Autobiography or Self-Portrait After Gertrude Stein’s The Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas It was this time, it was now. It was only this time this short time after some other this time that Picasso painted did paint this portrait
Beginnings (Clothes, Letters, Sky, Sound) by Marcus Civin
Dreams are not terrible enough. Reality can be far worse. Dreams end. You always wake up from dreams. Heavy-hyper-breathing couriers carried missives that sit now, stocking the wooden, nailed-together mail cubby at home. I had imagined that the worst part
Beginnings (Clothes, Letters, Sky, Sound) by Marcus Civin
Dreams are not terrible enough. Reality can be far worse. Dreams end. You always wake up from dreams. Heavy-hyper-breathing couriers carried missives that sit now, stocking the wooden, nailed-together mail cubby at home. I had imagined that the worst part
Poems by Charlotte Lieberman with photos by Alexandra Pacheco Garcia
Bedroom Scene Looking through this window, here the street is desolate. Also accompanied by a certain warmth that is different than a certain desire for relief, cold, as in this sky continuing to be something I might
Poems by Charlotte Lieberman with photos by Alexandra Pacheco Garcia
Bedroom Scene Looking through this window, here the street is desolate. Also accompanied by a certain warmth that is different than a certain desire for relief, cold, as in this sky continuing to be something I might
Lets Get it On by rl goldberg
motown night high as who the fuck cares. are you as lonely as i am? not sure what that means, to be this lonely, maybe it means being in a place where i can’t get a bootycall and that
Lets Get it On by rl goldberg
motown night high as who the fuck cares. are you as lonely as i am? not sure what that means, to be this lonely, maybe it means being in a place where i can’t get a bootycall and that
Cadaver poems by Nadia Gaber
untitled But for you. three pale strips of flesh trimmed, square draped delicately across the bridge of your nose like dough set aside as lattice or clay, for teacup handles each kept from crawling back to offer shade by one pearl-ended hat pin
Cadaver poems by Nadia Gaber
untitled But for you. three pale strips of flesh trimmed, square draped delicately across the bridge of your nose like dough set aside as lattice or clay, for teacup handles each kept from crawling back to offer shade by one pearl-ended hat pin
CICELY BETWEEN MY KNEES by RL Goldberg
CICELY BETWEEN MY KNEES Cicely and I have been best friends since college. We were pretty much inseparable when we met at the campus dining hall. We were both waiting in line at the vegetable bar. When we graduated
CICELY BETWEEN MY KNEES by RL Goldberg
CICELY BETWEEN MY KNEES Cicely and I have been best friends since college. We were pretty much inseparable when we met at the campus dining hall. We were both waiting in line at the vegetable bar. When we graduated
Sarina (in three parts) by Iman James
Sarina, download I. Mia was running late; she was supposed to be at the park to meet some friends for a Sunday picnic ten minutes ago. Surely, all would be fine on this lazy Sunday afternoon, as time
Sarina (in three parts) by Iman James
Sarina, download I. Mia was running late; she was supposed to be at the park to meet some friends for a Sunday picnic ten minutes ago. Surely, all would be fine on this lazy Sunday afternoon, as time
From Shaylanna’s Sketchbook, courtesy of Black & Pink
A little bit about me. I’m 27 years old and I’m from the Upper Westside (Grand and Garden) in Buffalo, New York. I was born in Savannah, GA (directly South). When I was forced into smuggling drugs, I lived all over
From Shaylanna’s Sketchbook, courtesy of Black & Pink
A little bit about me. I’m 27 years old and I’m from the Upper Westside (Grand and Garden) in Buffalo, New York. I was born in Savannah, GA (directly South). When I was forced into smuggling drugs, I lived all over
Saint Valentine
by Christopher Johnson-Roberson His body shattered by stones or other acts known only to God. A lily stem aslant in a glass jar, its petals fallen off, all fragrance gone from them, only the stamen sticking out, its anthers
Saint Valentine
by Christopher Johnson-Roberson His body shattered by stones or other acts known only to God. A lily stem aslant in a glass jar, its petals fallen off, all fragrance gone from them, only the stamen sticking out, its anthers
How An Oyster Makes His Shell, by RL Goldberg
When I asked how she got a splinter up there, she said she tripped on a tree stump while she was looking for a place to get stoned, but the truth was, it was a broomstick, and she didn’t
How An Oyster Makes His Shell, by RL Goldberg
When I asked how she got a splinter up there, she said she tripped on a tree stump while she was looking for a place to get stoned, but the truth was, it was a broomstick, and she didn’t