Art, Everything, WHAT WE THINK ABOUT

NICOLE LANE interviews GEORGE WYLESOL

How would you describe your style?   It’s kind of hard to describe. I almost think I don’t have a style. I’m not very good at stylizing or idealizing during my drawing, so I end up just drawing the subject very simply and precisely. I think I referred to my style as “instruction manual drawings” before, […]

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Everything, Poetry, Prose

IT’S NOT GONNA KILL YOU by JESSE RICE-EVANS

Voices golden like my heart or wait actually my hands ready to swallow flames like hungry moths or wait actually more like a hawk, jagged insides, chemical-drift, the lisped roundness of your scoopneck soft shirt the one you wore on the roof as the moon licked your neck curled behind you like a small mammal […]

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Everything, Poetry

DREAM OF AN EMPTY HOUSE by BRIDGET BOYLAN

an imagined empty room. I am surprised in a white dress, beckoning you. materialize next to me, all at once we’re in a pew, watching the organist you look at me with misty eyes. your weather implores me to stay. so I do stay. I’ll do anything to stay here with you curled up in […]

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Everything, Poetry

FIRST SNOW by ADRIENNE NOVY

Just before my 21st birthday, my brain is floating on less than half a glass of wine. “I’m saving the rest of the expensive stuff for myself,” my friend Mara laughs, pouring me a small taste of Barefoot before serving herself from a different bottle. I slowly nurse the rose in my fingertips. There are four of […]

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Everything, Poetry

THE EXORCIST VISITS CAMDEN by MOMTAZA MEHRI

They come to me. Two flights up the stairs, above the kebab spot, opposite the stripped flesh the butchers. See how they run to me. A gorgeous cloud of need. I promise nothing. No refunds. Leave your guarantees at the door. Line ‘em up. I turn ‘em into water. Ever seen a man wearing hope […]

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Everything, Poetry

FOG by NATALIE CRICK

When it is dark out, The sky closes itself like a window. I watch them Drink from the same empty stream. There will always be Smoke in the trees. We left fields and orchards untended. They withered as we slept. The birds will be dead by Spring. I will crawl Unhurt over their bodies, Only […]

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