Poetry by Matthew Olzmann, Leanne Drapeau, Andrea Jurjević, Vítězslav Nezval, Sheila Dong, Stephen Scott Whitaker, Richard Jackson, Ondřej Buddeus, and Jeff Fallis. Fiction by E.J. Schwartz, Pavol Rankov, and Julia Kissina. Essays by Chris Crawford, Michael Stein, Burt Kimmelman, and Rob A. Mackenzie. Reviews by Ailbhe Darcy, Michael Stein, and Stephan Delbos. An interview with artist Khari Johnson-Ricks by Jessica Mensch.
Poetry by Matthew Olzmann, Leanne Drapeau, Andrea Jurjević, Vítězslav Nezval, Sheila Dong, Stephen Scott Whitaker, Richard Jackson, Ondřej Buddeus, and Jeff Fallis. Fiction by E.J. Schwartz, Pavol Rankov, and Julia Kissina. Essays by Chris Crawford, Michael Stein, Burt Kimmelman, and Rob A. Mackenzie. Reviews by Ailbhe Darcy, Michael Stein, and Stephan Delbos. An interview with artist Khari Johnson-Ricks by Jessica Mensch.
Every poem in the collection has, somewhere in the collection, another poem which is its opposite.
You either believe Kent Johnson exists or he doesn’t. Neither is true. In his poems, translations, conceptual acts anchored on the page, Kent Johnson is there and not there.
Khari Johnson-Ricks is a New Jersey-based artist and DJ who paints, makes zines, and videos. Jessica Mensch caught up with him to talk about his art.
“There is little financial reward in publishing poetry but a great deal of satisfaction” – Rob A. Mackenzie on the origins and history of Blue Diode Press
Ray Bradbury is one of the most famous writers of the 20th century. Read about why his short story, “The Pedestrian”, is still so important today.
ABSENTEE a plastic sword sits in the dirt, next to a blank sandwich board. no one else is around so i wear the board and
Mark Terrill’s charming, masterful, workaday, transcendental lyric poetry is more compelling than ever
A talisman against the agony /
in his knees and hips //
for which he was taking /
black-market fentanyl
I greet your gliding flight O wings of death / But there are other signs too
This Marinetti on his second and final trip to Russia was less like one of the early figures of punk than a bloated 70s rock dinosaur living on past glory and greed. Instead of cocaine he had fascism, and just like the rock megastars with their producers and managers he had the backing of a bald, fat megalomaniac.
The initiating parameter was me realizing that the horizon is a line constituting an intersection between at least two systems, the inner and the outer one. Between an observer on the move and the roads within the landscape …
the story / the two white women will not retract, despite the fact /
that inside each story we tell another writes itself
When the dogs had finished their business, they were, for quite some time afterward, unable to disentangle, and the Abbot asked us not to disturb them.
the intoxicating ministry of dusk, the anchor of daylight lifting, sheets white / like a freshly crushed pill, // the vortex of the body and the clap of the / coral tongue…
The thing with fathers is each was built /
in the same factory, each has a single atomic clock /
inside his chest; there’s a timer /
on every question.
You read a book about a serial killer expecting to feel terror when he raises his gun or knife but here it comes in bursts of hard-earned self-insight: “I fantasized about being a person, which I never was in real life.”
In the evenings Karcsi sat quietly at the table and watched his mother pray. Her lips moved silently through the rosary, and he looked as if he were trying to figure out which part of the prayer she was saying.
I tithe 10% of my new underwear to my future / self, the one who has fallen in love.
GOLD Billie is the first to sprout breasts in our bunk, her body so coveted amongst our puny group that when she admits to picking
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