Lots has been said about this video, but I like the idea of putting music, poetry and random images together.
Sci-fi as a common theme by kelly fondale Remember when you invited me out for coffee on Thursday? To pass the time, before a meeting, after a class I ordered a cappuccino, at a place I’d never been You talked about space hookers, and their possible feminism Did you really think it wasn’t awkward To […]
to the trumpeting place by jessica bixel I lie on a north-east south-west spinning axis, divided by ribs, the sort Adam would have appreciated. I am an allegorical woman, a hypothetical case of he loved me, he loved me not, overgrown with jewelweed like an old border wall. And the thing is, I hate gardens. […]
Now and again we’ll arrive at our PO Box to find a book of poetry, short stories, etc waiting for us. There’s always a note inside asking us for a review and we’re always excited to read them. The book of poetry by blind people was really interesting. Sometimes we’ll get an email with a […]
Learning How to Make Love by denise duhamel This couple couldn’t figure it out. The man licked his wife’s genitals while she stared straight ahead. The woman poked her husband’s testicles with her nose. The man put his toe in the folds of the woman’s vulva. The woman took the man’s penis under her armpit. […]
the others by emma blowgun i remember graduation caps hitting the auditorium ceiling amongst the shouts and cheers from family, friends, and the likes; stage ignited with the future dreams of two-hundred and fifty or so… many of my peers left to the universities, for the dorm life, studying hard and earning the pride of […]
An Umbrella On a Sunny Day by chelsey storey We cross paths away from one another on the concrete stairs. We use zigzags, interchangeably, to roll joints. Her kneecap joints creak as the bicycle pedals pump fluidly against her feet, rise and fall, up and down. She asks her brother on the phone, â€œWait did […]
The Quality of Mercy by claudia grinnell Arrive hours late, bring the usual gifts: rocks, cleverly hiding the anemic sun and thistles. A candle twitches, smoke rises. Don’t tell me the same wounded are still asking for the same glass of water.
child’s pose by halifax a testing of faith before the chalkboard I’m not looking up in prayer I stopped here at a question that has brought me to halt upon my knees There’s no worship going on though nagging praise songs don’t stir me This open uncertainty is what holds tight The problem is entrancing […]
The Girl Who Fades by rachel forbes I started fading out when I was in the seventh grade. Sitting in biology, I noticed my fingers, which I was tapping impatiently on my desk, suddenly stopped their methodical noise and when I looked down at my hand I saw only its vague outline, enveloped by the […]