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The Ballad of Sexual Dependency, Photographs by Nan Goldin – Review

Franklin Mount

The Ballad of Sexual Dependency, Photographs by Nan Goldin At The Museum of Modern Art, New York, through February 12, 2017 Downtown New York in the late Seventies and early Eighties looms larger than ever in public imag...

Killing the Dogs of Kathmandu

Jason DeBoer

Killing the Dogs of Kathmandu, by Jason DeBoer An excerpt from Annihilation Songs: Three Shakespeare Reintegrations, available now from Stalking Horse Press Editor's Note: This is one of the more interesting pieces that...

The Swimmer

Liza Béar

New York, July 1 2016. We’d arranged to meet in the lobby of her hotel, a newfangled glass & steel construction with river views and sports facilities. Seated with chin propped on fist, almost in a Rodin Le Penseur pose, w...

Dr. B. Said

Larissa Shmailo

As I contemplate my treatment by the psychiatrist J. B. M.D. over a span of twenty years, I recall some of the things the good doctor said and did. Dr. B. of Connecticut, of the upper classes. Who carried bedpans as an...

Two Poems by Stephen Berk

Stephen Berk

The Family Tree To all the sons and all the daughters of all the mothers and all the fathers who blessed their children with the demons that drove them to greatness: Happy Mother’s Day Mother, this two-dollar gift ca...

The End of The World

Vincent Zangrillo

New York City—8/8/84—Day to Night Mark wanted to see how fast he could burn through the 10,000 dollar inheritance from Grandpa Dave, who sold schmatta to Hendrix on St Marks, and who despite his gnomic wisd...

The Large Ladies of Lands’ End and L.L. Bean

John J. Trause

The Large Ladies of Lands' End and L.L. Bean "I have been heavy and had much selecting." --Gertrude Stein, Lifting Belly [1915 - 1917] Because I am not satisfied by the limited palette of...

SLEET

D. James Smith

Sleet, the first he’d seen in California, and not much of it at that. At five thousand feet in February, it made sense, though. Nosing along in his pickup, he’d traced the lake created by Pacific Gas and Electric, part...

Mystic Meanderer, Solo Exhibition by Eric Jiaju Lee — review by Franklin Mount

Franklin Mount

Mystic Meanderer, Solo Exhibition by Eric Jiaju Lee Silk Road Gallery, 83 Audubon Road, New Haven, Connecticut. Through November 19, 2016 At this point in the Twenty-First Century, some impression of “Chinese art” h...

A Home on the Plains

Meg Kaizu

A boundless region extends from the east to west, from the south to north. There are a few trees, dwellings and ranches that stretch out over the horizon. Many travelers drive very fast. This place is nothing more than unwan...

Story

Two Poems For Fall by Rebecca Weiner Tompkins

Rebecca Weiner Tompkins

ANOTHER AUTUMNAL Sometimes I imagine parking lots are water, dark seas no longer dry ground but not either anywhere to drown. Sometimes all the trees in the park are radiant yellow in the end of November twiligh...

Bob Dylan Deserves the Nobel Prize for Literature

Bernard Meisler

Bob Dylan just won the 2016 Nobel Prize for literature. Many are angry. But they're wrong. He deserves it. Joni Mitchel says Dylan is a fake. I take her critique with a grain of salt. Certainly Dylan is a confabulist—in...

The Sex Pistols: The Dance Band at the End of the World

Drew Hubner

The Sex Pistols: The Dance Band at the End of the World A tall girl in a yellow ostrich feather top and red Bettie Page bangs, simulates oral sex with Sid, who says, Now that's the kind of girl I like and the band starts ...

Writing

What I Think Historians Will Say in 20 Years about the 2016 U.S. Presidential Election

Eliot Katz

What I Think Historians Will Say in 20 Years about the 2016 U.S. Presidential Election How crazy it was that America’s elders nominated the two most unpopular major-party candidates in U.S. history. On the Democratic ...

untitled—a poem by Marina Tsvetaeva

Karina McCorkle

А следующий раз — глухонемая Приду на свет, где всем свой стих дарю, свой слух дарю. Ведь всё равно — что говорят — не пон...