Main Squeeze Literary JournalBy Nicholas Alti People can eat some paint, chug small loads of detergent or toad venom. Can over plant tobacco and put a match through an areola piercing. People can fake pleasure, nervously suckle strangers. Can fill a bird cage with squid ink and camphor. Conjure carbon monoxide in a garage. Split flesh, lapse. Take […]
By Rebekah Barnes The button of my sweater is ringing against my water bottle, announcing thatthe time is 12:27 and the guy who livesin the Hannon Library is watching me again.Today he is reading the Epoch Times womp wompBut anyways, like always, nothing interesting happenshere in Ashland. Trust me I keep checking,and my friends keep […]
By Rebekah Barnes If a great and terrible disaster comes, the no smoking signs will guide us. I will practice trimming my bonsai, while the others prepare old poems for death. There will be thyme, for remembrance, savory sage and rosemary for the days of singing.Women will remember all-girls choirs and the story after: the […]
By Evan Chapinall we areare what we arein the darkI remember forwardlypurple mountain majestyand you asking me ifit was wrong to playlots of video gamesI remember the windtaking us with itI heard earlierthe woo girlsat the twilight dawnI reached around for youto talk about the woo girls
By Evan ChapinCal met me under my bridge stern faced triangle faced and aired many complaints in ten words “it is a new calamity every day with this man” and triangle flared without any stern because we yearned to crawl out from under the cannibalizing bridge and be lovers of destiny thrusting it to the […]
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