Old people freak me out.
I think that started back in 6th grade, when I stayed at my grandma’s place for a few weeks while recovering from...
a heated house she walks in laughing room to room, a ghost of her own making. there are twelve empty tallboys there are twelve hollow tall men they are all existing off each other, your eyes...
Part 2 of the exciting new series Hobbies Include from Brian Alan Ellis HOBBIES INCLUDE —fantasizing about falling down stairs while wearing a t-shirt that says “The Dream...
When I was young my grandfather took me and my cousin on a trip. My father called it a vacation even though we were going to a ranch...
Plum Eyes She had purple sunglasses. She said she liked them because she couldn’t eat plums; they made her sick. The glasses let her enjoy purple without a stomachache. Burned Shades of Orange I think you burned a cucumber-scented candle...
Below, you'll find a list Brian Alan Ellis's Amazing Hobbies:
—realizing that having hobbies/passions has pretty much ruined my life, so…
—fantasizing about someone playing a sick...
We got bombed out, and no one slept in New Orleans. There were options, some thirty-something couple with baking-soda aspirations and liquid expressions. They got us high, but...
The bouncer who stood blocking the door was a few inches taller and outweighed me by a hundred pounds. I had him sized up pretty good, gotten...
Talking Book is excited to announce the release of FOREST PRIMEVAL by Vievee Francis, read by the author herself. 'A Song On The Ridge' read by Vievee Francis (Excerpt...
(introduction by Jordan Castro, bracketed material by Sam Pink) PART I: INTRODUCTION Sam Pink is the author of 8 books, my favorites of which, and perhaps the most...
Below is part 4 of the original series 'Missed Connections' by Sean Kilpatrick. Check out the previous 3 here.
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in an undisclosed location, ancient family secrets are locked inside a vault named cynthia
cynthia was a hospice nurse six years ago and she knew...
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....
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...
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...
