• Classified Ads by Mike McLaren

    Classified Ads by Mike McLaren

    Fortune becomes depthas black becomes sound.Motor cities pan outacross clay deserts.Sand becomes air.Highways risethrough cosmic sound,blistered staccato,and scarred concerto.Coltrane crosses mountains,whistles through an eyelid,and comes to reston my platein the morningwhen bacon greaseruffles the feathersof my fizzed gin. At three o’clock in the morning,anything is possible-even the drowning of a white ratthat dumps its morning…

  • Fungi Make Worlds: The Body as Otomycotic Property By Mary Salome

    Fungi Make Worlds: The Body as Otomycotic Property By Mary Salome

    Biologist Merlin Sheldrake knows a lot about fungi. We can believe him when he says that fungi make worlds. I’m here to let you know that sometimes, they make them in your ear. They also unmake them. Like when you’re driving down the street and have the worst pain you’ve ever experienced inside your head.…

  • 365 Books in 365 Days – Episode 196 by Annie Walton Doyle

    365 Books in 365 Days – Episode 196 by Annie Walton Doyle

    Little Weirds by Jenny Slate “As the image of myself becomes sharper in my brain and more precious, I feel less afraid that someone else will erase me by denying me love.” Written in the aftermath of her marriage’s breakdown and under the shadow of Donald Trump’s 2016 Presidential win, Jenny Slate’s Little Weirds is…

  • “Glow in the Dark” by Anastasia Jill

    “Glow in the Dark” by Anastasia Jill

    Anastasia Jill (they/them) is a queer writer living in Central Florida. They have been nominated for Best American Short Stories, The Pushcart Prize, and several other honors. Their work has been featured or is upcoming with Poets.org, Sundog Lit, Flash Fiction Online, Contemporary Verse 2, Broken Pencil, and more.

  • “Rhizomorphs” by Katherine Quevedo

    “Rhizomorphs” by Katherine Quevedo

    Katherine Quevedo was born and raised near Portland, Oregon, where she works as an analyst and lives with her husband and two sons. Her poetry has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and the Rhysling Award, and her mini-chapbook The Inca Weaver’s Tales is forthcoming from Sword & Kettle Press in their New Cosmologies series. Find her…

  • 365 Books in 365 Days – Episode 192 by Annie Walton Doyle

    365 Books in 365 Days – Episode 192 by Annie Walton Doyle

    Paradais by Fernanda Melchor “As if a rotten swamp of a cunt justified all that effort, all that energy, the carnage that was to come, their lives devastated, everything gone for a second-rate fucking snatch: a grubby, slimy, murky hole.” The reading experience of Fernanda Melchor’s incel horror story, Paradais, is unlike any other –…

  • “zombie Bug Ars Poetica” by David Banach

    “zombie Bug Ars Poetica” by David Banach

    I am the zombie wasp climbing the sharptongued blade as the sun casts criss-rossshadows in the tangled grass, and I risefinally into open light dazzled, warmedand blinded as my forehead opens thirdfourth, fifth eyes blooming and the cordycepsflower sprouts and spreads, spurting out spores carried off on warm air currents I know, says Emily, that…

  • From Private to Public – Tracy Emin by Jason Collins

    From Private to Public – Tracy Emin by Jason Collins

    The rebellious nature of this infamous artist, Tracy Emin, took the world by surprise with her controversial subject matter. Emin gained her controversial reputation with her artworks that explored her sexual history and her addictions.  With artworks such as her “My Bed” and “Everyone I Have Ever Slept With 1963-1995,” it can easily be seen…

  • “Hilda Blessing” by Irene Cooper

    “Hilda Blessing” by Irene Cooper

    The famous chef hovered and hissed, “Perfect couscous requires the singular touch of a woman’s hands,” and just like that, Hilda was, in her soul, done with fine dining. Still, her body worked the line on behalf of a dozen more ardent and arrogant entrepreneurs and old guards before she figured out how not to…

  • “The Glamour” by Catherine Zickgraf

    “The Glamour” by Catherine Zickgraf

    The Glamour    of Miami ends at the side streets— where rectangle houses sit like bricks  and window bars keep out the bad guys.    Out near our curb stands an ancient oak. A storm left it bent but not uprooted. It moved with the wind but didn’t break.     Back in the back, beside…

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