Three Twitter Stories
An abandoned ark is cast upon the summit of Mount Ararat. There are no signs of disturbance on the ship—there is stale straw in the manger, and bowls of… More
Metal Devastation
We have to play while it’s still light out. I would have preferred pitch black, it’s more scenic, but this is ok, too, no problem. We’re a war machine,… More
The Houselights
because each entry in the lexicon / is a live wire whose root is charged by a / holy fire, as / when a canon shot in a play… More
Dream Life of Butterflies
I looked around at all the busted windows, the buckled sheets of corrugated iron nailed up where the doors had once been, and further along where a row of… More
A Dispatch from the Monkey Planet
An outside had never existed before! Does that mean where I am now is inside? Another monkey started opening the boxes, and was amazed to find out that you… More
The PEN Ten with Roxana Robinson
What the writer does is bear witness: we tell the stories of the things that disturb us most, and we try to tell them in the way that will… More
Trance Notebook #15
what is a prime, / anyway? // and why did I already / feel past my prime when / I was seven years old? More
Two Poems by Eileen Myles
She asked / me if / I wanted / to make / films // someone / tied / a ribbon / it’s pink / and fluttering / on the… More
Three Questions with Cathy Park Hong
In literature, dystopic narrative has been used hubristically as a way to face one’s own mortality. An aging author, say someone like John Updike, conjures an apocalyptic narrative because… More