Parker Baldin
maybe one day you wake up without a blueprint you don’t understand you’re loneliness, because who are you even?...
25 November, 2016
Poetry
Brad Casey
a field full of horses and all their hairs are mirrors and all the mirrors you and when they trot the wind full of wind chimes...
14 November, 2016
Julie Mannell
Drink Mother Fucker, drink drink drink, you sang to shots locked in her gut. Press the nut button, cheap meme boy. Talk cock, pour shock top good luck charms...
10 November, 2016
Anna Mirzayan
When I lie awake at night I ask myself: Is my cunt a sheath, or a diaphragm through which I breathe in the heavy scent of night flowers spawning quietly in the kitchen?...
04 November, 2016
Angie Sijun Lou
Eastern Washington is a gas station sober & glittering in a plane of fog....
31 October, 2016
Margaryta Golovchenko
i sleep in a watery Saturn a memory of a past the world neglected to remember....
27 October, 2016
Emily Present
I enter into the purple mood, I can already tell everybody in here is talking shit....
24 October, 2016
Spoiler
There is always the question about pleasure being If you know the reason why, the underlying, subconscious...
21 October, 2016
Paul Clark
belief=value=more belief=more value=money=more money=exploitation of me, you, all our friends, & several billion strangers...
19 October, 2016
Candace Holmes
the only thing left of me will be a part he couldn’t touch. his hands are so soft they aren’t skin i swear they’re magnetic fields. ...
11 October, 2016