It’s amazing you don’t think about me transcontinental I am transcribing your bar talk wood planks ninth grade pickle factory dunce cap he was a senior and 12 years apart I know he actually –… Read More »09/29; 29 by adam johnson
cyberwriting is the moment before you hit the brakes but after your brain has already identified the threat. it is a screaming butterfly. a great towering wave of molasses. a splash pad but instead of… Read More »MY DEFINITION OF CYBERWRITING by Josh Sherman
it was a honda element. it was a beautiful car. i loved driving it. it was taken from me. i still talk to it. to feel less alone. it is gone forever. it’s as dead… Read More »TOTALING MY CAR TO THE SELF EXPOSURE PODCAST’S ALEX KAZEMI INTERVIEW by Z.H. Gill
EVERYBODY’S NOBODY, SOMEBODY’S ANYBODY I’ll miss the pretty girls on the waterfront As down my head lays at last,for it all to begin anew Cause of death is at this point classified. What we know… Read More »2 poems by Jay Passer
Writing tempo resembles a certain involute clacking, text messages vis a vis a retro Nokia block cellphone. Anti-technology. Everything is a dream, the writing and the reading. Spoiled Milk—the story, the metaphor—exactly as intended. Expired… Read More »On Spoiled Milk by J. Billings
What confines you is clear to me, it makes sense just as I do – please Now I say to myself ”Don’t go home with a secret” I woke up from little nap with visions… Read More »SENTENCES by Charalampos Tzanakis
At the hell-mansion by the canals, the spider in A.A.’s room that crawled across her touchscreen in the dark was of an evil variety unlike the symbolic spiders at my house in the countryside. Birds… Read More »THE HELL-MANSION BY THE CANALS IN THE CITY OF FOG by Jesse Hilson
I want a man to ask me to watch football with himI want him to trust that I can be quietAnd not ask the wrong questionsI can grab beersOr notI pack the bowl too tight… Read More »Football by Gwen Hilton
I must operate slowly. I cannot rush through this. I cannot hustle. I cannot speed things along. This requires precision. Patience. I must remain alert. Vigilant. Can you describe an experience to others? You need… Read More »aut[o]think by r.g. vasicek
the sweet dragon bird swipes the airand bees go nameless in the geometric yardI think your stylistic report lies fruitlesslyin a garden of computer keyswhere the cavern on the screen trickles a versionof bravadoand trysts… Read More »what we gather here to be untangled by Ryan Bry