My room was just as messy as I remembered it, books and papers all over the floor, crushing the bed under their weight. This whole thing was getting farther and farther away from the story I’d written and I wasn’t sure how to get it back. Where was he anyway?
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First of all the name of the creature who follows me around: Agvagvat. Watching my mouth in the mirror call her, “Hey, Agvagvat,” I can’t stand it—Agvagvat isn’t an attractive word to say. When my mouth makes those guppy sounds I look very middle aged.
In Marko and Ana’s living room in Astoria hung a framed piece of Paška čipka—Pag lace—attached to a piece of creased cerulean paper. Last year when they were packing their bags to leave Croatia, Marko told Ana not to put it in her suitcase but she was hurried and stuffed everything in.
VI KHI NAO: How long did it take you to write You You You? DIA FELIX: Hmm, I think most of it was pretty fast, in a romantic whirlwind. Then [...]
Lately I’ve been thinking about being on the radio. In college, I hosted a late night show with a friend, which meant we spent each week combing the internet and pulling records, then choosing songs until each set reflected a glimmer of our lives.
jayy dodd: “Being a Taurus is like being a monument only you know how to build but everyone else wants to worship.”
I’m impulsive. It’s get me into trouble. Also, my nose. Or maybe I’m fine with my nose now, I don’t know. Also, I’m indecisive.
Your rituals (writing or not): fuck. a LOT OF THINGS. one i’ll share: I got these prayer beads. when i’m stressy or just awake, i count each bead (112) out loud.
As an evening like this when the final hour of light you’ve seen more often painted—indirect glaze softening stone, spires—is also porno pink
People keep talking about Jupiter from the bottom. Power is forgetting
i’m a parrot with a toothbrush it’s a wise decision and makes a lot of sense
I don’t know maybe I thought I was turning into him. into a dream of youth. I don’t remember having one. I’m going to ask god to give me back my childhood. I don’t remember having one.
Lately, flossing in the sink or tweezing on the toilet
in my dreams i sleep under branches with pale moonlight
I am a fan of your soul. I would pay to see your soul table shower.
i wrench the bone from my mouth for three minutes before it flutter into a raven
i put u in back of my shoulders / where u can see me only / where i can only imagine the shape
I dump my kool-aid on the lichen the galaxy looks like a flushed toilet I feel closest to people I love when I imagine them dying head juices soaking [...]
THE 52-HERTZ WHALE whistles to no one in particular. This means there is no difference between him crying or him asking for help.
Berlinde De Bruyckere I am thinking of your mind sculpting the carcass as raw matter, slumped heap from which meaning must be freed— of your hands inside the wreckage [...]
COMPLEX DESIRE like the white couch in a room full of mirrors COMPLEX DESIRE like saying i love u in a red pleather jumpsuit COMPLEX DESIRE like fucking the [...]
I Saved Latin, What Did You Ever Do? I called to say we have two lives and only one of them is real - Camille Rankine Ever talk to [...]
When the girls started to stand apart, trying to hijab their modesty, we saw jamarāt all around us, & lined our hands with bits of rock to hurl at the devil.
I was 5’9 and 265 pounds, and my body was a creature I was still, am still, learning to domesticate. Dieting worked until it didn’t. Creating dream books of all the clothes I was too fat to wear worked, until it didn’t. I was tired of changing, of waiting for change, of trying to find the junction of comfort and confidence, of obfuscation and suggestion.
We were a family of women watching men kill each other, nothing new. CNN streamed a video on repeat. The luckiest man in Iraq crossed over a bridge that fell to pieces behind him. He looked over his shoulder. A laser-guided bomb had swallowed the bridge whole.
From THE IMPOSSIBLE FAIRY TALE, by Han Yujoo. Copyright © 2017 by Han Yujoo. English translation copyright © 2017 by Janet Hong. Reproduced with the permission of Graywolf Press, [...]
The first reason the Mistress chose you from all the rest when she discovered you abandoned like a seed lost in the rye was because you were beautiful. That your [...]
Born landlocked, the animal trainer had been plagued all his life by whale thoughts. It made no sense. He had never seen one, would never, still his dreams brimmed [...]
Sheri shakes me awake. She’s half out of her sleeping bag, a flashlight pressed under her chin. It’s spreading shadows across her fleshy face. Most of her sleepover had [...]
Two weeks ago, we packed our bags and left the civilized world. We moved into an Office Max. One with trouble maintaining full lighting. Downtown. Though it is the [...]
Her parents had moved to a retirement community with low humidity and warm sun. There was tennis and golf, indoor calisthenics and shuffleboard on outdoor courts. There were daily walks [...]
Charlie breaks up with you over the phone but later you fly to Seattle and insist he do it in person. The initial conversation had gone something like this: You [...]
I. On the first day it rains, we smoke in Arif’s basement. The table between us looks like it should be caving under the weight of the elaborate metal-and-clay hookah [...]
Before anything else, he realizes he is a person. He has somehow reached this point in his success to consider the question of what is a good person? He is [...]
Alex, suddenly cold and awkward in own his skin, clicked play on Jolene. Once Dolly was well into her desperate plea, he moved away from his desk through the leaning [...]
From THE GRINGO CHAMPION, by Aura Xilonen. Copyright © 2015 Aura Xilonen Arroyo Oviedo. English translation copyright © 2016 by Europa Editions, translated by Andrea Rosenberg. First publication 2017 by [...]
Let’s begin by knitting Stitching The haiku is like cutting fabric How fake is your haiku? To what degree of fakeness? And, did you measure? You make pretty extraordinary [...]
Complete the sentence, “Being an Aries is like…” Madeleine Maillet: Waking up and realizing today is the day you’re going on a trip and you haven’t packed our bought your ticket [...]
Tabs open on your screen right now: Gmail; Google Drive; the Google doc I’m answering these questions in; another project I’m working on, also a gdoc; “Constructed Worlds” by Elif [...]
If you had to brag about yourself: For thirty-five years I’ve had perfect vision. Your writer crush: Elizabeth Hardwick in 1979, Fiona Apple Favorite lyric: It was the first part [...]
I AM A WOMAN GIVING BIRTH TO MYSELF excerpted from a long poem in progress I am messy, painful, redundant. Just so you know from the start. I [...]
Tabs open on your screen right now: Facebook. Tweetdeck. Three NYT articles. One Fast Company article. One WSJ article. Spotify. The Muse. Tumblr porn. If you had to brag about [...]
In the Retreat Club Diner, Bud Howard drank his second morning coffee while watching the morning news on a small television set secured in the corner. The other regulars had [...]
Take a seat and invite the class to ask whatever they are curious to know about you.
When dragged against your volition to an improv show, down two whiskeys in ten minutes then point to one of the comedians on stage like Babe Ruth’s called shot.
The feral twin brothers Rem + Rom come born from the Columbia river delta, fathered by a rogue member of the «Clueless + Lark» expedition + reared by a she-wolf, before morphing into various permutations of Native American hero-twins including Hunahpu + Xbalanque. They currently «ride» A Raft Manifest (Calamari Archive, 2017) + guest-blog about their riding process on 5cense.com.
Excerpt from Jesse Ruddock's story collection Shot Blue, out February 20, 2017 from Coach House Books. Available for order now here. Her mother tried to show her how to pack a [...]
After dusk in Seattle, look for the moon. Sometimes it burns pale fire over the tree line, other times it hangs crookedly nailed to the sky; a slivered hangnail bitten [...]
Listen, I know I said I'd go to meetings. I know I said I'd get a sponsor. But I'm busy. My work is my meetings. My work is my [...]
There was once a man who had a love. And this love lived somewhere far away from his small corner of the world (a place called Pilgrim’s Paradise, Demoines City). [...]
Sitting in the chair means the mouth of it swallows your ass. You don’t take to the chair, it takes to your body and keeps parts after you’ve risen from [...]
Future Vision I take myself to a movie because I think I deserve it. I go to one of those big chain cinemas downtown, the kind with the reclining vinyl [...]
INFINITY LOOP I shine like a dying planet and admit the problem. People say nothing can exist without a problem but I am here to challenge assumptions until I [...]
WATER PARK Blurred on top of water is the image of a father in a pool where there’s also a large snake or in a different pool without a [...]
Winner of the 2017 CA Poetry Prize judged by Eileen Myles The New White House, Finding Myself Among the Ruins After Barry Ebner’s Monotype 03012416, 1033316, and 0833316 [...]
insomnia due to infidelity with no lost sexual interest
While You Sleep, Idaho Couer D’Alene, come in alone a motel we slept in with pale yellow walls because of a wildfire on i90. you, wild, and impossible to [...]
The not-church is my bedroom & my soft-stained sink. The not-church is everything you, boy, think you know. I’ve seen your books. I’ve seen your pen.
Complete the sentence, “Being a Pisces is like…” Joe Osmundson: All the feels, all the time. Always a drive to do creative work. Deep empathy for loved ones and strangers [...]
On cold days, I dream about wearing my socks with warm rice inside so I can walk in them until night, especially on those running days where I am an ice cube under hot water.
Tabs open on your screen right now: Facebook (never closes). Google docs. Square. Some video where Susan Sarandon is being a total entitled jackass.If you had to brag about yourself: [...]
Tabs open on your screen right now: Gmail, Google Docs, Verse.press, Facebook, Twitter, NY Times, Lit Hub, The Nation, Google Analytics. If you had to brag about yourself: I make [...]
Tabs open on your screen right now: My email inbox, a Google doc of a new piece, which is a meditation on mountains. And Zappos.com, I’m looking for boots and [...]
Tabs open on your screen right now: Facebook, the English PEN page, and the hoard of academic articles on JSTOR that I’m promising myself I’ll read this afternoon. If you [...]
Tabs open on your screen right now: Two work emails (Yahoo and Outlook), my personal Gmail, rare book seller (looking at a folklore dictionary that I used to read during [...]
Tabs open on your screen right now: (I'm guilty of lots of open tabs): Amazon confirmation order for purchasing dog books and nail polish strips, NYT article about Donald Trump dropping [...]
Tabs open on your screen right now: I have about eighteen tabs open in a few different windows right now. I have a friend who only commits herself to having [...]
There is a photo of me holding that analog alarm clock. Smiling. It is Christmas morning. I am in a red and blue flannel robe. My two front teeth are missing. I am six years old. It is 1979.
Your writer crush: Roxane Gay Favorite lyric: "Your father made fetuses with flesh licking ladies, While you and your mother were asleep in the trailer park.’ Oh Comely, Neutral Milk [...]
Tabs open on your screen right now: This Morgan Parker essay, capes on etsy for toy poodles, this bianca stone poem , watching the L word on netflix If you [...]
We never fucked after we stopped being in love.
who points to the space underneath his knees and says I usually like to cry in here
Missing someone real good feels like beckoning a dog to come on over for a pet
Crooked tongue, chipped teeth but so Pisces rising, Sagittarius sun: What a nice enough girl with ugly parts.
I lied in my last confession, I have dishonoured my mother and father, um – I have um – hurt people that I care about.
I can’t knock fucking as a concept when he wheedles, can a true catholic
Gutting a pale fish with my father, the strongman. He turns it in his hands once, twice, plops it on the chopping block, belly up. Swallows the air. The thing [...]
Vitamins from fruits and vegetables are concentrated most densely in the stems. Eating the raw stem of a zucchini is more beneficial to your health than eating all the other parts, cooked or uncooked.
. Excerpt from Edie Meidav's story collection Kingdom of the Young, out April 11, 2017 from Sarabande Books. Available for pre-order now here. Don’t worry, I didn’t take all the soaps. I [...]
They don’t do it small in India. Even a regular thundershower is mounted on the scale of a Hollywood disaster movie, shot on 70 mm on the coast of Iceland [...]
Since Ray got sprung from Bellamy Creek Correctional, it’s been better and worse and the same. Delia, for better or worse. And the same all-night radio show tiding him over, [...]
The girl is dead. Is she a girl? She’s old enough for shimmer lipgloss, for a boyfriend. There she is in photographs, her brother’s arm large on her shoulders, grinning [...]
Roland was a Marxist—probably the only Marxist in Lagos or even the whole country, he was sure. He believed that there was a “ruling class” in Nigeria and he was [...]
Several years ago, an image of a drawn face circulated furtively through the internet — a slightly balding man with ample eyebrows over wideset child eyes, a slugshaped mouth
Doretta Lau’s short story collection How Does a Single Blade of Grass Thank the Sun? provides a feeling of homecoming. The stories take place between Vancouver, New York, and Hong [...]
Tabs open on your screen right now: “The Growing Legend of Shirley Jackson,” an interview with Ruth Franklin and Doug Gordon at Electric Literature. If you had to brag about [...]
Tabs open on your screen right now: Several Google Drive documents, Google Calendar, Facebook, Twitter, Mailchimp, OkCupid and two Gmail accounts. If you had to brag about yourself: I am [...]
Tabs open on your screen right now: - Youtube Video "Music for Effective Studying- Easy Studying Music- Beautiful Study Music- Easy Smooth Inspirational" - Twitter - Google Drive Folder- "Alana [...]
Tabs open on your screen right now: Pantone's Color of The Year (It's "Greenery"), Chani Nicholas Horoscopes, Lorelei Black's website, Antwawn Sargent's interview w/ Arthur Jafa, Fred Moten's Lunch Ticket [...]
Tabs open on your screen right now: Isadora Duncan autobiography "My Life" // Gmail // Google Calendar // Google Drive // Chase Year-End Summary // Google Finance // Facebook // [...]
Try to imagine leaving a 19-year-old boy, a British subject, and returning independent, a 32-year-old man educated to rule. His heart, still strong then, swelled at the possibilities: Nigeria is indeed a new place! You have no conception of the degree of change and conflict. What took Britain or the US 100 years to achieve is taking [us] less than five!
Tabs open on your screen right now: -"Artist sketchbooks" Google search (for teaching) Article from Portland weekly Willamette Week about how the Portland NAACP pulled out of the upcoming Women's [...]
Tabs open on your screen right now: eBay search for “first class relics,” lesson plans, a science experiment for children on how to see an afterimage, Audre Lorde’s “Afterimages,” Wikipedia [...]
Tabs open on your screen right now: Blogger. I am designing a blog for a studio art class I am teaching this semester at Naropa: Shrine, Ritual, Installation. Also, Twitter. [...]
Tabs open on your screen right now: No tabs open. If you had to brag about yourself: I will call the 1-800 number for you because I know how much [...]
Tabs open on your screen right now: Gmail, Hulu paused on "Inside Amy Schumer." If you had to brag about yourself: I do it all the time, I'm told... I'm [...]
Excerpt from Gabe Bump‘s forthcoming novel Get Down, Claude. July before I started 8th grade, Paul had this scare. A fuzzy blemish on an x-ray. After tests and hours of [...]
The morning you left me You left me a hundred years before On a dock
I’ve been thinking quite a bit about the ways I might hurt you.
HOW TO READ RED I want weaker bones. To keep from confessing to the toilet bowl. Unfortunately, as a child initiated through violence. Unfortunately, as a child initiated. Unfortunately [...]