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...
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...
Sometimes
when I have my eyes closed
or my back turned
or I pretend I am sleeping
I cannot discern your voice
I've been drawing a lot lately. Which means using various markers. Which of course, means appreciating the high of each type. But if you're like me, and you should...
Below is an excerpt from the upcoming novel PUNCHIES PIZZA by Justin Andrew Johnson. Audio provided by Patrick Stephenson. Hello, my name is Jim, and I’m 31...
I’m sure he decided, Ganesh descended and proclaimed it to be, on page 132 of Sky Mall. It was stumbling through the tchotchkes and deviously devised gadgets that...
Sometimes people email me about writing advice or ask how I got started or whatever and I honestly have no idea what to tell them other than 'fucking do...
