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Wedge-shaped Beetle by MARK CUNNINGHAM

When I say, "I can feel the toxins in my brain," I know I'm wrong. There are no nerves in the brain. But the sentence itself is toxic.

24 March 2008 | poetry, prose poem

 

A Review of Victor Pelevin's The Helmet of Horror: The Myth of Theseus and the Minotaur by SPENCER DEW

Reading this novel renders one a fly on a digital wall, listening in as half-baked undergraduates urgently chat about everything from the role of repressed postwar frustration as a motivating factor for tentacle-rape manga porn to whether the word "beige" can signify the same thing to two people in two places. All of which, in less skilled treatment, could be unbearable, but Pelevin's secret is pacing.

25 November 2006 | nonfiction, review, review of fiction

 

Written on the Moon by JULIAN BERNICK

Congress met with the cops and the crooks,

appointing committees to investigate.

Me was outside in the adjective rain,

verbing and verbing about some proper noun.

2 June 2003 | poetry, rhyme

 

Sexual Illiteracy by JOHN W. EVANS

For weeks, the visiting priest raged about the love of Cain and the sins of Adam


while, on break at the drugstore, I read letters to the editors of pornographic magazines.

So many young and horny housewives, so many sodomized waitresses!


High, I climbed Jim Corder's roof and watched his older sister skinny-dip.

24 July 2007 | poetry

 

Ni Te Cases, Ni Te Embarques by DIDI MENENDEZ

I wanted to tell you there are mushrooms

sprouting from my toes

You said you were going to mow the lawn

I wanted to tell you there is a foot of snow

outside of Miami in the summer

11 August 2007 | poetry

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