West Virginia: An Excerpt
The new novel WEST VIRGINIA by Joe Halstead from Unnamed Press: When Jamie Paddock learns of his father's suicide, memories of his childhood in West Virginia come...
The new novel WEST VIRGINIA by Joe Halstead from Unnamed Press: When Jamie Paddock learns of his father's suicide, memories of his childhood in West Virginia come...
Recently, some cool poets visited our city of Asheville, NC from Baltimore, Knoxville and Oakland. We convinced them to stop by the studio on their way out of town and record some work....
kaya’s texts are short and her tone is cold; without saying so, it’s clear she’s bailing on the vague plans to “watch another movie or something”...
Recently, some cool poets visited our city of Asheville, NC from Baltimore, Knoxville and Oakland. We convinced them to stop by the studio on their way out of town and record some work....
o god spank me. tell me my name is ichabod crane.im driving my bod a big lazy car rushing up the small of your back crashing thru my bedroom in...
You are thirteen. You and your friend have a crush on the same boy. He is about two feet tall and sings like a terrible angel....
I CAN'T REMEMBER THE FUNNY THING ABOUT THE CATthere is a street by a dunkin donutsthat you walk the girls downyou take them to the apartmentwith the hall...
This is Chelsea Laine Wells reading HOBBIES INCLUDE #5, the very Spesh New Year's Edish, by Brian Alan...
ELECTION DAYi woke up, went to work, & played baristawalked home with hands in pockets, crumpled onesran up the stairs to get high before leavingat the pizza joint, i listened as an old guy...
Welcome to part two in Sean Kilpatrick’s ongoing series on bat-shit crazy artists.
Congested by his rank into a delinquent calf at the altar of the state, Jack Henry...
Add permanent ink to gain authorship over your body
because you are terrified that a rainbow is just a problem
in optics, a poem just stanzaic...
a heated houseshe walks in laughing room to room, a ghost of her own making. there are twelve empty tallboysthere are twelve hollow tall men they are all existing off each other, your eyes...
Part 2 of the exciting new series Hobbies Include from Brian Alan EllisHOBBIES INCLUDE—fantasizing about falling down stairs while wearing a t-shirt that says “The Dream...
When I was young my grandfather took me and my cousin on a trip. My father called it a vacation even though we were going to a ranch...
Plum EyesShe had purple sunglasses. She said she liked them because she couldn’t eat plums; they made her sick.The glasses let her enjoy purple without a stomachache. Burned Shades of OrangeI think you burned a cucumber-scented candle...
Below, you'll find a list Brian Alan Ellis's Amazing Hobbies:
—realizing that having hobbies/passions has pretty much ruined my life, so…
—fantasizing about someone playing a sick...
We got bombed out, and no one slept in New Orleans. There were options, some thirty-something couple with baking-soda aspirations and liquid expressions. They got us high, but...
The bouncer who stood blocking the door was a few inches taller and outweighed me by a hundred pounds. I had him sized up pretty good, gotten...
Talking Book is excited to announce the release of FOREST PRIMEVAL by Vievee Francis, read by the author herself.'A Song On The Ridge' read by Vievee Francis (Excerpt...
(introduction by Jordan Castro, bracketed material by Sam Pink)PART I: INTRODUCTIONSam Pink is the author of 8 books, my favorites of which, and perhaps the most...
Below is part 4 of the original series 'Missed Connections' by Sean Kilpatrick. Check out the previous 3 here.
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LISTEN TO THE AUTHOR-NARRATED AUDIO ///
You...
in an undisclosed location, ancient family secrets are locked inside a vault named cynthia
cynthia was a hospice nurse six years ago and she knew...
You were ironically small because what an uncle had done to you held quotation marks around your entire adulthood and I was offering to hit him with a brick....
Ben Lerner on The Hatred of Poetry June 9th at Greenlight Bookstore, Brooklyn
The Hatred of Poetry, the latest release by poet-novelist Ben Lerner, is a declaration of...
The colour of Estefania Cabello's death shroud“El tiempo es tan preciado...” Estefania CabelloThe kite swerves in the sky's licorice cloak, tornado twists tundra. Vietnam is burning. Distances are becoming distant in...
A Ghost!I thought you were a ghost? Shit. I mean Shucks. Radiation therapy is the least popular therapy right next to reiki. The wind begins to tell me a song and I find this charming....
1.i want to glide down over Mulhollandyou said a camera affixed to my ceiling would have captured a scene of “devastating lovemaking” i attempt to elongate that post cum...
You were the smallest skeleton beneath the shapeliest curves, psychic beauty exploded across a presence, a truly sweet person trapped by the pornography of your figure to disappear as...
I once fucked a ballerina. We were at a party. She told me it was her birthday and offered me another drink. I don’t remember her name, but she...
They’re in the walls. Bugs or rats or. Bats. At night they come most alive and torment with bites or bits or pitter-patter of feet or claws or. Iron....
DR. SWAN
We drove in silence through town, the parakeet perched on the arm of her heart-shaped sunglasses. She was crying, but maybe didn’t want...
Chico Xavier had a special son. His name was Emmanuel. He was no ordinary son born of a woman, but existed as a manifestation of his father’s highest vocation.It...
Jalacy sawed the months out, minus one fingernail, a human spittoon brought full and nocturnally splintered across the marquee of his alleged comrades. Only people with blue eyes are...
Sometimes
when I have my eyes closed
or my back turned
or I pretend I am sleeping
I cannot discern your voice
(Spill-O’s Small Night Out)
No more docks, no more mills. He walks the landmark blocks trying to name the sad old bug so deep up his ass.
On...
Below is an excerpt from the upcoming novel PUNCHIES PIZZA by Justin Andrew Johnson. Audio provided by Patrick Stephenson.Hello, my name is Jim, and I’m 31...
TALKING BOOK's new release in BAD SEX by the incomparable Clancy Martin."I drink, I hurt myself and the people around me, and then I write."Brett is in Central...
The following is the fourth and final installment of many kickass excerpts from Brian Alan Ellis’s new book A Series of Pained Facial Expressions Made While Shredding Air GuitarPOEM...
The following is the third installment of many kickass excerpts from Brian Alan Ellis’s new book A Series of Pained Facial Expressions Made While Shredding Air GuitarPOEM FOR CHANNING TATUMWhen...
Sperm ricochet guaranteed to pale its purse, vile keepsake authorizing likenesses till handkerchiefs everywhere stood tall in their verse, spawned under court order direct from Satan’s lap, knotting the...
It happened at the grocery store first. The woman checking my things looked at me with a corner smile. “Things been goin’ good lately?” Lately? That word was an...
The following is the second installment of many kickass excerpts from Brian Alan Ellis's new book A Series of Pained Facial Expressions Made While Shredding Air GuitarACADEMIC...
I’ve been meeting a lot of people who wonder, “How is a short story written, what is involved?” I figured I’d break it down into simple steps. They don’t...
The first sound recording was not of music. Thomas Edison, being a man of science and not a literary man, and most likely caught out by the fact that...
I'll get right down to it here and say that what I hate most about people who own skis is that they own skis. Yes. Of course. And you're...
Every once in a while we like to shoot out a few ideas as to where people should send their writing. At the moment the following places are cool...
A Friday off. It’s noon by the time I get out of bed, the worse for wear, one by the time I get in the shower. By two o’clock,...
In 1964 three attractive Americans in their late twenties wearing fashionable clothing pose for a photograph in a San Francisco bar called The Red Balloon. For...
by Sadie r. Starnes
through a stained glass window above a blank marquee Christ washes black ruby plums turning them blue then yellow then green
Pits...I’ve always felt like stuff tends to go my way. Sort of a glass half-full kind of guy. I don’t get too down about bad luck or...