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3 photographs by sebastien oliver

'paint tray in kitchen sink' 'across the hall' 'glass bottle recycling, yum-yum's ice-cream & hotdogs'

when whitman walks

by jonah meyer when whitman walks into a room, he is preceded by his Beard.

pepsi can

photograph by Adrian Penn

I ransacked my boyfriend's apartment and recorded it.

By Riley Huff ​I ransacked my boyfriend's apartment and recorded it. I tore up the antique movie posters.  Smashed the memorabilia. ...

Lady in Waiting, by Kimberly Tallent

Kimberly Tallent is a self-taught abstract artist, whose textured abstractions have hung in galleries throughout North and South...

for Naseem

by Adrian Wilson The butterflies were out today ... And you noticed, Their wings moving with the Universe. The moths are out tonight,...

Beethoven, by Ivan Jenson

Ivan Jenson is a fine artist, novelist and contemporary poet. His artwork has been featured in Art in America, Art News, and Interview...

The Bank Robbery

by Robert Kirkendall A masked man entered the bank. He went to the nearest window, pulled out a pistol, and held it low as he pointed it...

Free Verse #1 (of 3)

James L. Weaver James L. Weaver holds a BFA and MFA, and resides in Freedom, CA.

We Loved Like Royalty

by Ian Hammon We loved like royalty. Prophets poets Queers and queens Are kingmakers We were bidden to grow up The kiss you placed upon...

Sweet Potato Fries, by Sarah Calvello

I told you about sweet potato fries and how they have them here and your eyes lit up blue and wide like a little boy's that made me...

If Only, by Ellen Drebin

In no time, I went from bowing to applause in a tuxedo... to prison, where I now wear an orange jumpsuit. Turns out, lives can turn on a...

'ode to the monograph' (by Sam Hennessee)

ours were made of wire & mesh, of bunches of leaves, pressed for thickness & bound together w/ twig, ours, they tell tales as deep as...

launch of balderdash literary !

Welcome to the dilly-dally-ing random-smash peanut-butter-licking-good soon-to-be-released brand-spanking-new red-hot online rag: The...

chuckle, 2am (by winter matthew)

the brown hardwood floor is where it has always been. you at once came crashing down through. where you tore in two, ten-thousand...

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