Sophia Katz
God is the icy water you splash on your face in the morning. God is the blonde hair you keep finding around your room, whose owner you are having trouble identifying....
26 May, 2015
Poetry
Nat Emerling
I didn’t trust you, so I let your lips touch mine, and I took your words from your mouth....
10 May, 2015
Jessica Schouela
After a night of quasi-bloody knuckles, and red-rimmed eyes I am in the mood for blue-green, for cerebral coasts;...
28 April, 2015
Oscar d’Artois
my new strategy for staving off the depresnyak is waking up before noon my new strategy for waking up before noon is starving myself the day before my new strategy for starving myself the day before is never eating before four...
14 April, 2015
Matthew Sherling
a room with mirrors for walls, a wall made of wind, a tree behind a TV in a spacious den, a tree wrapped in toilet paper, two trees wrapped around each other,...
13 April, 2015
Klara du Plessis
Enveloping each leg with a thick layer of white, to run the razor upwards, breaking a track of skin, wash the blade, again...
10 April, 2015
Greg Zorko
i am so small and not lonely the world is like a pita for me. i am the chicken, the lettuce and aeoli i feel very happy about this...
09 April, 2015
Diandre Prendimano
I nowadays completely recognize aspects of myself in certain actions of the sky the sun rises...
08 April, 2015
Laura Broadbent
These are the machinations of one of the worlds’ ragged human minds which is nothing oh, nothing like the silent and knowing Tao....
02 April, 2015