“Licking Lilliputian lips, Larry rides me, whips my armpit hair with the inertial majesty of Ron Turcotte on Secretariat in the final stretch at Belmont Park finish line coming into blurred vision, Camel smoke sifting from furry nostrils, field thirty-one lengths behind.” New fiction from Matthew Dexter.
“stoned ‘i’ am capable of fear and embittered responsibility, but god (and where may she be right now–tucked under my bra, behind the swollen fold of my eye) knows that nervous energy drives failure, preparation and well-meaning dictation the stuff of missed opportunity.” New work by Suiyi Tang.
“Grey bursting clouds massive sprays like flick after flick of it waking out of other wakings into the Geographical History of America and A. on the line finally no Wi-Fi on his Danish girlfriend’s houseboat the straight ahead way of breaking down an academic argument apologizing for the crudeness of the words that matter.” Debut fiction from Semyon Khokhlov.
Statement from the manager of the band who was supposed to score Tarkovsky’s long-awaited sequel to the cult classic SolarisLuke Kokoszka
“The rest of the band, upon discovering their friend and band-mate had seemingly vanished into the void, became paranoid.” New fiction by Luke Kokoszka.
“I was reading a profile of a certain moral philosopher (considered by some to be an unrepentant misanthrope) over papas con huevo tacos one morning while dreading the encroaching sun (whose setting in the west never fails to cast an uncompromising beam of relentless despair upon my desk during those hours when professionals are returning home to the bars from work, those hours when I am only beginning my precipitous loss in drink from the safe confines of a favored chair) when suddenly, I was given reason to reflect on the photographic exploits of my dear friend Simplicio.” New fiction from Samuel Rafael Barber.