SQUARE WAVE: excerpt
Below is an excerpt from Mark de Silva's first novel Square Wave. It's one of our favorite titles of 2016. Go and buy it here or suffer...
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SOPHIA: excerpt
The following is an excerpt from SOPHIA, the debut novel from Michael Bible (Melville House, 2016). A live reading with the author will take place at Firestorm Books THIS FRIDAY at 7pm. More info below... ________
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Missed Connections #3
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. You initiated conversation online before that was a common event...
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I get emotional in the air / the hatred of poetry
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 tough love. Leaning hard on Platonic ideals and Negative Theology,...
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3 poems by Charlie Baylis
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 the galaxy’s red-shift — I hold a torch to Estefania’s...
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Bare Your Teeth At The Sky
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. Claiming to be a nurse practitioner, I enter the hospital high on air...
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Selling By the Piece
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 industry. The work abuses your body and spirit, but over...
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Missed Connections #2
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 another usage inside the death box trance pervasively ambient throughout...
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Ms. Horrocut’s Academy
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. Some stand on the floor while leaning against the walls....
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Once
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 had blonde hair and was really flexible. I once went on...
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Infest
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. Crawling within the spaces next to the beds. They plant...
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Birth of The Divine Magnet
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 letters to Nathaniel Hawthorne and how the book The...
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Missed Connections
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 you at the county morgue, circa 2004. You arrived via...
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I’m From Electric Peak (Excerpt)
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 me to know. The moon was out.
It’s...
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Chico Xavier
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 was as if in a dream that the man first...
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New Release: THE DIVINE MAGNET
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 sample NOW! It's EVERYWHERE! You can buy it here on TALKING...
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A Critical Review of Sex
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, sex falls on me from the ceiling. I get the...
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Screaming Jay Hawkins, Part Two
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 capable of memorizing military tactics, so ask them twice, he...
