Sickos Against Iatro-Capitalism
Sophie Lewis reviews Clay AD’s debut novel, Metabolize, If Able.
Read MoreSophie Lewis reviews Clay AD’s debut novel, Metabolize, If Able.
Read MoreI never felt the impact of ideas and theories expressed about music. I feel that they are a kind of intellectual punishment to music for being so accessible in an epidermal, sensory way.
Read MoreThe following selection of poems was written between March and June 2020, kindled by my personal experience with unwanted gestation during quarantine.
Read MoreA/B/O verse is a parody of the white, nuclear family. In A/B/O verse, the world is made up of alphas, betas, and omegas. In addition to your primary gender…
Read MoreI’m laying down in a fetal position, knocked out by pain. Saliva drips from my mouth and I’m on the verge of passing out. I’ve taken a mix of random painkillers and they’re finally hitting. The pain stops; I have a mini orgasm.
Read MoreDuring the Corona time, I have been hearing the word “Normalität” almost daily in the news: the eagerness to return to “normality.” The following poem is a small glimpse of my normality.
Read MoreA large Melbourne downtown strip club. 3am. Thursday. The year is 2005. 90’s r’n’b plays. Lights change rhythmically. A woman is at work.
Read MoreGreetings and God’s blessing upon you my dear husband, Monsieur d’Allee, on this, the 2nd day of June, the year of our Lord 1321.
I deliver bad news, of which, I am sure you are already aware.
It’s the fourth century A.D. You’re a monk in the Egyptian desert, and you live in a hut not far from other monks. Every day you get up at dawn to pray, and you spend most of the rest of your day either praying or weaving baskets.
Read MoreShe was shivering like a baby unwrapped in the wind, adrenaline and espresso in her sweat. I wasn’t allowed fear until later — one price of her devotion.
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