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Three Squares a Day with Occasional Torture by Julie Innis
a book review by christopher allen
First a confession: my vision hasn’t been so hot for the last few years, which means reading hasn’t been a pleasure for quite a long time. Last night, I read Julie Innis’s Three Squares a Day with Occasional Torture from cover to cover in... »
I Am Really Seriously Alone Here by J.D. Ferguson
You left me with two cats, an iPhone, and three days of internet You left your Mr. Coffee here too I watched Lady Gaga videos on Youtube and masturbated You took the toilet paper and I had to use the sink to wash it off The drain was... »
3 poems by Zack Haber
porcelain world is slowly shat ter ing and »
A poem by Stephen A. Rozwenc
the whiny dildo »
She was taught when she was young to only ever own enough to fill a single bag by Jackson Nieuwland
She grew up one night (breasts and hips and hair). »
Defense from a Distance by Karl Miller
I’m sitting at my usual table at Houston’s, watching myself across a second Bombay martini and the Intracoastal. The billboard is tacky, sure, but it does work. There we are,... »
2 Poems by Theron Jacobs
METALBONES A MAGIC TRICK INVOLVING METAL BONES IF MY BONES WERE MADE OF LIGHT WEIGHT METAL TUBES IT MIGHT SOUND LIKE MUSIC WHEN I FALL DOWN THE STAIRS OR SLAP MYSELF IN THE... »
Ceaseless by Thom James
ceaseless and urgent, time is a constant non-entity. it is neither living, breathing, dead, wholesome; it encapsulates life within it’s hands. time has dna, and that very own dna... »
2 Poems by Heath Ison
Orgasmic Paranoia Desperation is an inescapable urge that tends to copulate you—ten times as fast than you would like to be the one in pursuit. This may be or could be an unrealized day-dream that migrates onto... »
Let’s text about sex by Natalie Jacobs
Hey lady. Please tell me you are gambling, smoking cubans and getting super hammered. Not exactly. It has come to my attention that I am a terrible Vegas patron. The... »
things that i want by David Jones
i want to participate in a shopping spree at a large supermarket and then just scream and aggressively ram my cart into things i want a small pug to materialize... »
Staples by DJ Romo
Milk, eggs, flour. The only thing you can’t get at your IKEA store. -p. 126 IKEA Catalog And what about women? Can you purchase them? Pre-packaged, build-it-yourself, Aisle... »
You by Patrick Trotti
You called me a pointer; remarked that I glowed in the dark. Rumor had it that the runoff from Indian Point contaminated our drinking water. Thousands of brain cells slowly dying... »
All the Pretty White Fonts!
by strannikov
Of course, I’m indignant! Why wouldn’t the captain of the Titanic put his passengers on the iceberg? »
Female PE Teacher by Susan Min
I do my homework on the bus, my hand shakes. »
What People Talk About When They Talk About NASCAR by Daniel Cooper
When it got dark the racetrack lit up like those oil tankers just off the gulf coast. »
men are impossible by Henry Vauban
you put the opera gloves on. you notice your belly starts to look feminine. you notice you are wearing panties. you notice they are g-stringed. »
Tongue Flailing, Starving by Ben Roylance
I drove out and west about 45 minutes, expecting her, thumb stuck up and arm pointed toward the road, lonesome trotting along the shoulder. Foxes shone in the brush... »
Masochist by Elias Van Son
taking big swigs of listorine loving it »
