In this satirical short fiction series, a young man named Tyler tries and fails to navigate the worlds of masculinity and dating on his quest..
Graphite Introduces John Saigle's new satirical fiction series, Alpha, a comical account of a misogynist with no game and a LOT to learn about the..
A new and vividly descriptive short story by Guy Chandler...
Pull the curtains wide this afternoon, and read Daniel Kaufman's eccentric free verse poetry...
A poem about winter blues. ..
Floating across a field of darkness, My guiding angel’s hand lets go, I squirm in fear and bathe in blackness, I fall into this blackhole...
decades away the sun explodes and it throws at the world a spectrum. light falls to the ground, gently with a still wind on a..
Time and space we must relate, To a place wherein we’re thrown. From which we fret the early and late, And all but the trivial..
It was an average winter night; the pores on his skin reverberated from the icy breeze that greeted him on the dusty rooftop balcony. He..
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what dwells within the cracking weathered concrete
where like a hand up from the dirt
the architect’s mistake gives birth
to children of the twilight and the alien
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too many things
watch your back,
black-crowned chemistry,
join to a surface,
collect movements..
* The breaths, when they came, were much shorter now. They were growing painful. With the echoing crunch of each footfall onto the leafy pathway,..
There are two bodies in the backseat of my brain,
Exchanging long-winded lists of sins and ice-cream scoops...
Yes I said yes
I said, we will never be here again?
And he said yes. And that was when I knew it was done...
It struck him as odd that the old writing desk– sturdy, teak and mite-ridden– lay so close to the cold, barely-functioning oven. He was..
He does not paint, for knows not what to paint.
To know he looks inside but he loses
the fix, his fix...
“Architextures” Grandiose architextures of urbanism reveal to us the secret haven you have found in the memories of the past buttresses, arches, columns of experience..
HIPPOPOTAMUS BLUES Darling, I’m afraid there’s a hippo In your bathtub. I spotted her hefty reflection In your foggy mirror. I saw her puddles spilled..
Three girls piled into Danny’s car to drive from Miami to Orlando, for a night of debauchery they could have had in a Miami drug..
The Snow that Blows Time Away The whistles and howls stun the huddled bodies at the bus stop while small crisp white specs dot the..