Do it.
by michael hessel-mial
Do it.
Right. Man, that’s Right.
Man, you do it. Forever.
This time. But a moment.
Bookends, bookended. Right.
For once
I. Never mind. Open.
Spaced out under heat lamps.
Faster, faster. Do it. Heat up.
Does this fast car really? Stop?
Drive on. Like an earthquake.
Right on. Like forever. Stop?
In this life we.
A Pitch of Sonic Ecstasy: Stuart Krimko’s “The Sweetness of Herbert”
by Adam Fitzgerald
I first encountered Stuart Krimko’s work at the 11th Street Bar Reading Series, one of the most distinguished in New York City. …
“Don’t You Want Me?”: Isotopes and the Attainment of Happiness in Cyrus
by Clarissa Olivarez
As I was walking out of the theater after watching Cyrus, I heard people around me saying things like, “Oedipus Complex” and …
There’s one version of the narrative behind these recordings that’s romantic but also basically true: that they represent an incredible victory of the artist’s spirit. Daniel Johnston was a young man in …
The Empty Bed
by Aleathia Drehmer
What could Julia do? Bernard had been the love of her life, her every breath, her heartbeat, her sweat, her longing, her anger, her everything. She felt lost when …
Gaps accentuated. Appears as diologue, but i can’t help shaking off sensation it’s inner monologue. Life is what happens when we’re busy making plans…Do it, man. i keep telling myself that, or else i’ll end up an empty shell of a husk with no tamale. Yo soy juevos de oro, escuche me explosion…
i look forward to more.