You were ironically small because what an uncle had done to you held quotation marks around your entire adulthood and I was offering to hit him with a brick....

Ben Lerner on The Hatred of Poetry June 9th at Greenlight Bookstore, Brooklyn

The Hatred of Poetry, the latest release by poet-novelist Ben Lerner, is a declaration of...

The colour of Estefania Cabello's death shroud “El tiempo es tan preciado...” Estefania Cabello The kite swerves in the sky's licorice cloak, tornado twists tundra. Vietnam is burning. Distances are becoming distant in...

A Ghost! I thought you were a ghost? Shit. I mean Shucks. Radiation therapy is the least popular therapy right next to reiki. The wind begins to tell me a song and I find this charming....

Back in college, when the only jobs I had were work study, I witnessed an exchange that has come to represent that needling aspect of laboring in the service...

You were the smallest skeleton beneath the shapeliest curves, psychic beauty exploded across a presence, a truly sweet person trapped by the pornography of your figure to disappear as...

Small white lights are strung across the walls in a rough and worn looking garage. Blurred photographs of trains traveling at night hang on the walls....

I once fucked a ballerina. We were at a party. She told me it was her birthday and offered me another drink. I don’t remember her name, but she...

They’re in the walls. Bugs or rats or. Bats. At night they come most alive and torment with bites or bits or pitter-patter of feet or claws or. Iron....

In a recent interview at the Best American Poetry blog, Luke Hankins, editor of Orison Books (and pal of Talking Book), discussed how he first discovered Herman Melville's...

You were the petite, curvy girl with the studiously erratic crimson dye job, sporting a dress no artist could sketch on hurriedly enough, and I was standing next to...

DR. SWAN

We drove in silence through town, the parakeet perched on the arm of her heart-shaped sunglasses. She was crying, but maybe didn’t want...

Chico Xavier had a special son. His name was Emmanuel. He was no ordinary son born of a woman, but existed as a manifestation of his father’s highest vocation. It...

Talking Book, in cooperation with Orison Books, has just released THE DIVINE MAGNET: Herman Melville's Letters To Nathanial Hawthorne. Narrated by the great Jim Meskimen. Listen to a...

Sex sex sex. It's everywhere these days. It has become a startling epidemic in our time: sex. Everywhere you go, there is sex. I wake up in the morning,...

Jalacy sawed the months out, minus one fingernail, a human spittoon brought full and nocturnally splintered across the marquee of his alleged comrades. Only people with blue eyes are...

Portland is the hot new city to move to. People are friendly, there are trees everywhere, and we’re so politically correct, it should really be our middle name. Forget...