Bernard Meisler

Author Vincent Zangrillo in conversation with Bernard Meisler. Vincent Zangrillo back in his salad days Vincent (Vinnie) Zangrillo is the author of Dime Bag, a collection of short stories recounting his misadventures i...

Marc Olmsted

the Hulk is my yidam my chosen anger deity Marvel comicbook Avenger blazing in apocalyptic fire grunting wrathful 4-letter mantras demolishing years of therapy concepts of Buddhist attainment & mastered sobriety Green...

Max Blagg

I want this poem to become as curvy as the hottentot Venus's posterior I hope it's worthy of your serious survey you can see I'm rather nervé, nervous in the service but tonight I discard my corona fears so open your e...

Genna Rivieccio

The Russians have taken over Milan. They of the hearty stock and with their unflappable physical and emotional essence. It didn’t take them long to infiltrate in clusters and then droves. Now that no one else is left to vi...

Rebecca Weiner Tompkins

I wear the heaviness of my mother’s rings: the deep shaded carnelian--burgundy slab--and the veined malachite--oblong green. I don’t usually favor silver, plus they’re huge even on my own large long hands. My si...

Anton Yakovlev

That was my first mistake. Whoever expected us to become the best movie of the decade needs to go home and become a better person. The rain stayed right where it fell. Even shadows failed better than we. Perhaps I coul...

Neil Martinson

At this stage of my life, I don’t crash nearly as many parties as I used to. Free time is at a premium, and there’s simply less wandering to do now that I live in Los Angeles. While my two decades in San Francisco proved...

Sharon Mesmer

I read there’s a talking alligator puppet that doubles as a therapist.
He is realistically rendered, with velour ruching and soft plastic teeth. Sliding pole action enables his mouth to open up and down, and his head...

Osip Mandelstam

In an interview from 1976, Nadezhda Mandelstam, the widow of the great Russian poet Osip Mandelstam, was asked if she had any favorite poems. She mentioned two, both written in the winter of 1937: “Verses about an unknown ...