Nothing is sleeping near me. The swarm is daylight wadding up the dark construction paper of night. The swarm is pointillist, is paint-by-numbers moved before drying. Continuous drip. Swarms remind me of poets and my country folk announcing on a hot day their assessment: ‘s’warm. The last swarm I saw was of locusts, duh, charring […]
Poetry
Hillary Adler: Letter to Erika from a Bench on Christopher St
I’m hungover today Erika this Big Gay Ice Cream isn’t doing anything good for me really I’ve gagged twice but spent $10 on a single cone so why throw it away what a waste it’s pride in the city & there’s glitter everywhere on the streets even in my bra there was no pride growing […]
Hillary Adler: Did You Google That or Shake a Magic 8 Ball?
Emily, there aren’t a lot of feelings I feel that I don’t Google to understand what they are or try to search For self-validation & or even just random thoughts Once I was in Beijing & kept trying to Google things But it’s blocked in China BTW Baidu is a terrible Search engine I don’t […]
Pier Wright: The Hibiscus, Key West
we shared thin, raw, slices of tuna, conch salad, cracked stone crab claws, drank dark rum, tripped over the noisy chickens on our way to your room. drank more rum from plastic cups, then a table broke, the matching chair in pieces, waltzing together across worn linoleum like aging Tantric porn stars. waking to Cuban […]
Pier Wright: Driveway poem
we arrived early at the house by the subshop after the bar closed it was cold and being new at love the only way we thought to keep warm was by undressing completely, with great urgency in the front seat of the Ford then my foot got stuck in the horn just as our friends […]
Hillary Adler: We Must Be Animals
I just walked by two feral cats having sex next to four bags of trash & I was jealous I want to be feral with someone just for once in my life & not care who sees me or even just get hot & naked into bed or out of bed with anybody anywhere to […]