Senator John Hoeven, The other morning I put Bailey’s in my morning coffee and was like oh boy, there I go down the rabbit hole. It’s coming for me. But at the same time, fuck it. Am I right? I could furnish it with a pull-out couch and satellite TV, read the funny pages and […]
Poetry 94
Britt Melewski: from Letters to Powerful People, 6
Dearest Senator Enzi, Disregard my last correspondence. I was successfully able to find a peanut butter and jelly store. It will satisfy my cravings for the foreseeable future. On second thought, don’t disregard the entire message— only parts of it. I stand by my opinion that the Emblem Muskrats of Emblem Wyoming be the next […]
Ephraim Scott Sommers: I Won’t Be Able to Say This When I’m Dead
You know I will get what I deserve for this— Tristan’s always been the sucker-puncher who spent every evening trashcan-bowling his rummed-up Cutlass around A-town with the devil in his ear bud. He peed on every coffee table that wasn’t his, and when the branch snapped like a skateboard in the middle of the Mardi […]
Purvi Shah: Eschew not I spires & domes but inhabit devotion in a Taj of my own
Eschew not I spires & domes but inhabit devotion in a Taj of my own. In self’s shrine unshackled, I loose liberated erotics in a Taj of my own. Every seeker shivers in sorrow to ecstasy/despair to elation. With each infirmity of desire, I concoct an ilaaj of my own. Unabashed desires can be the […]
Jonelle Seitz: The Mopac Improvement Project
Stranger, your Chucks turned up at the toes, I want you to Google me and find nothing because once over anything, a person needs someone who doesn’t leave cabinet doors hanging open overhead; a rowboat, a tin-can telephone, a still animal (context: a sea of extracts). You: Compose sad tweets about censorship. Me: Drive parallel […]
Maureen Seaton: Love in the Time of Snow
Lafayette, Colorado People who live here speak very little French. Lafayette, nous voilà! they sometimes say. Although Lafayette, famous Hero of Two Worlds, (our world et le monde de Lafayette) never skied much past the bunny slope and few remember him slip- ping bourbon in cocoa after snowboarding— in fact, few remember him at all—it’s […]