Monthly Archives: February 2015

The Benefit of Doubt Matt Freedman When I was about eight years old, my father decided to write a novel. He had a plan. He would write three pages a day, and take it one day at a time. “It’ll … Continue reading →

Tendrils of The Leisure Class  for Raymond Queneau Donald Breckenridge “He’s full of shit…” A male chickadee appears on the window sill with a tendril in its beak, stares intently into the room for an instant and then disappears. “…when … Continue reading →

Basics Jeremy Sigler Calendars break months into week hearts the ear’s algae the black coffee a basic I base it my body on an absentee islandless sea melon threaded screw driven in and then the moon can sneak along   … Continue reading →

No More Frisson Please Matthea Harvey Engine: I must look nice – > < – ! Irrelevant, irrelevant sang the xylophone to the mallet, though without it plinking were impossible. The ether wasn’t working either. We could still see budgies. … Continue reading →

Amplify the Silence  Jeffrey Cyphers Wright Was it the cha cha we were doing, darling, to Russian house mix high over East River looking west past the gothic portals of Manhattan Bridge, talking seamonkeys with Ted Victoria and reveling in … Continue reading →

Hallucinogenic Reading Tan Lin TOWA RDS A THEOR Y OF H ALLUC INOGE NIC RE ADING RDS A THEOR Y OF H ALLUC INOGE NIC RE   INTERIOR DIAGRAM VS. INNER FEELINGS: It is a well known (fact) that textual … Continue reading →

Event of Language (Something Loose Could Fall) Jill Magi   (when necessary)         darkness flashes cards color-coded         in my palms conjugating that which is returned to that which renews then hard to find it seems I see myself         a passport a … Continue reading →

From The People Database: “After Mark Lombardi” Kristin Prevallet This man is a gangster who switched to union busting when selling liqueur became legal. This is a man who remembers making rye in his bathtub and smuggling it across town … Continue reading →

LINES ON OUR MAPS: notes to a cartopoetics Anastasios Kozaitis A day The Tigris and Euphrates Rivers meet just north of the Persian Gulf. Two main channels meeting at the commissure like our optic nerves. Does the great Dark deep … Continue reading →

Everything’s Coming Up Carlyle Rick Moody I came, I saw, I participated in the profit sharing. In the East, there is Carlyle, in the West, there is Carlyle. When accusations of war-mongering ring out, Carlyle provides the pre-recorded bells. Feeling … Continue reading →