Dean Kostos

From a series of digital portraits by Lucas Samaras, Poses. The Pace Gallery, New York, 2010 Your face: invitation to gray fire, dissolving was, will be. Photographed black & white, your head is a George Hurrell ...

Omer Wissman

A man and a woman sit on a museum bench staring at a Malevich. Simultaneously they wonder what would happen should they both have the same thought at a same time. The woman, Sara, answers anything at all, the man, Abby, repl...

David Huberman

The first time a woman told me she actually ate feces, we were both in our twenties. She was a Jewish blonde with that sexy Gloria Steinem look and that Jewish American Princess attitude. When we were introduced to each ot...

Kristin Mathis

Let me write about all the ways I have no more words. You do that to me: extract incoherent sounds that mean more than this poem could ever say. Sometimes I wake up and think: nothing. Not in the way I used to—blank ...

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...