bart plantenga

“glory wreathes, flutes” • Karen Garthe, “Buckle Up, Sweetie” bart plantenga I buy beer when other purchasing behavior fails. I drink beer to slow down the ridiculous spin of this earth & defuse those who...

Larissa Shmailo

One of my favorite places in the world is the Russian Orthodox Cemetery in Spring Valley, New York, which is known as Novo Diveyevo. An Anglo, used to containing his dead in unrelenting grids of slabs of stone atop preternat...

Doug Rice

Mai struggles to experience the place of words in her body. The slow patience of her tongue, of her lips. The care she gives to each letter, the way each letter shapes her mouth. Each word changes her. This foreign tongue...

Susan Scutti

I was walking along the south side of Houston, heading home from a friend’s house. I’d stopped by to pick up my copy of The Big Sleep, one of many loaned-and-borrowed books between us. I was living on Prince Street then...

R. Crumb

Shortly before his death, Philip K. Dick has what can only be described as a religious experience, which he described in, among other places, his novel Valis. In Weirdo #17, R. Crumb adapted Dick's story. Click the image ...

Sir Andre Bemler

Miguel "Mikey" Piñero was born on December 19, 1946 in Gurabo, Puerto Rico. In 1950 he moved with his family to New York's Lower East Side. He was convicted of his first crime, theft, at 11, and was sent to juvenile detenti...

Franz Kafka

As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect. He was lying on his hard, as it were armor-plated, back and when he lifted his head a little he could see ...

Herbert Huncke

Editor’s Note: This letter from Herbert Huncke to his Dad was first published in Peau Sensible, the print precursor to Sensitive Skin, in the summer of 1992. The issue also contained work by Joel Rose, Jack Micheline, Dari...

Ray Bradbury

"George, I wish you'd look at the nursery.""What's wrong with it?""I don't know.""Well, then.""I just want you to look at it, is all, or call a psychologist in to look at it.""What would a psychologist want with a nurser...

Nikolai Gogol

Part I On 25 March an unusually strange event occurred in St. Petersburg. For that morning Barber Ivan Yakovlevitch, a dweller on the Voznesensky Prospekt (his family name is lost now—it no longer figures on a signbo...

Díre McCain

Genuine virtuosos are a rare breed. They defy categorization simply by existing. Their visionary ingenuity radiates from their work in spades, and effortlessly so. It can come at a price, in terms of their creations being lo...

Ruby Ray

In the 1980s, through the early ’90s, I spent an awful lot of time travelling. Or maybe not travelling so much as running away. I was running away from this guy, this crazy guy who wanted to kill me. Finally, I realize...

Robert C. Hardin

Being the Recollections of a Late Inmate (1931–1946) of the Dalmarnock Asylum for Children in Glasgow, Scotland The eyes were what changed and flayed me above all else—the eyes or, rather, the doll’s eye...