Past tense. Every Saturday night for a whole semester I had class from 7:00 p.m. – 10:00 p.m. in the basement of the music building at my...

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I’m spiraling downward conspicuously—grievous burning flagship energy—so it must be time for another episode. Screen wipe. I say the lines t

The following is an excerpt from Josh Sherman’s in-progress novel, Autoportrait , inspired by Édouard Levé’s work of the same name....

red mOoOoOoOooOoOon pink clouds residue from the burnings why is it the further we spiral the more beautiful life gets ? in the thick s

when we become famous enough for a wikipedia page the historians will call us the Godpussy Poets the Dadaists the Surrealists the...

I just knew you wouldn’t have the self-control to not neg me about my backpack. I FUCKING HATE YOU ART HOES. I hate you. Kidding!...

the curiosity of the click, growing thru gravel and traveling back to the Mediterranean with Twombly for inspiration; I composed this...

Night Poem You fuck me up in the god way Striking a match, it’s night time And my hand is holding onto a tremor Pulsing out in wet doses

That Friday morning Natasha drove an hour to Albany to board a short flight to Toronto, where she was slated to attend an academic conferenc