By Queen Mob

Videogames & Loneliness: Teh Socials

/ Joe Linker / Video Games
Hamlet, at his computer. Enter Polonius: / Polonius: What friends thou hast, add them fast, Lord Hamlet.

Torpid Slivers #17

/ Colin Raff / Misc
He unkeenly prescribed / “2 spleāndules of urbulquelpthttttt nightly.”

Vlad Interviews: Dostoyevsky Wannabe

/ Vlad Savich / Misc
Doesn't everyone kind of already believe that the 21st Century is a half-utopian, half-dystopian Philip K Dick dream/nightmare anyway?

Queen Mob’s London Teaparty

/ Queen Mob / Misc
Pictures from last month's reading at Kirkdale Books, London.

Torpid Slivers #16

/ Colin Raff / Misc
Sculpted from prizewinning anise pastillage, Buphelleruck’s Lethal Busts come in numerous shapes and sizes.

The Fine Art of Missing the Point

Excerpt: ‘Yeezus In Furs’ by Shane Jesse Christmass

/ Queen Mob / Fiction
I enter the supermarket. She walks. The doors close. She finds herself, gathers her limbs and feels for her baseball cap. Snowballs. Desert sands.

Whiskey Radish Presents: Serge Gavronsky

/ Whiskey Radish / Poetry
Have you noticed / Kind reader a change / In emotions / Observations self-analysis

Torpid Slivers #15

Vlad Interviews: Jessica Sequeira

/ Vlad Savich / Misc
Hamlet is a snippet of computer code that wants to escape from its programmed functions

Torpid Slivers #14

/ Colin Raff / Misc
Upon reaching the foot of a rocky cliff, a travelling hare saw that a goat was readying to climb up its face

Videogames & Loneliness: Mass Effect (and more)

/ Cassandra Jones / Video Games
I have many fond memories of playing video games, but the ones that nestle up against the forefront of my mind always involve other people.

Queen Mob’s London Teaparty

Torpid Slivers #13

/ Colin Raff / Misc
The broad concrete balconies are connected externally by a lattice of steel ramps and occasional ladders. Cracks remain minimal.

Interview: Claudia F. Savage

/ Lisa Birman / Interviews
My compositional process is deeply connected with being outside. I almost always begin my writing practice by walking or hiking. Words flow from movement.

Torpid Slivers #12

/ Colin Raff / Misc
Of the hoofed filter feeders that roam the shores of the Black Sea, none has greater majesty than the Baleen Gazelle (G. gazella edentulata).

Lust Thrust Thursdays: Ekphrasis, or Something

/ Torey Akers / Sex
Cixous says that the transformation of a naked figure into a proper art-historical nude requires the intervention of at least one helpful 'nothing'

Latinx Lit: COSTCO

Torpid Slivers #11

Fecal Fridays: Robert the Dog

/ Scott Manley Hadley / Misc
I’m dressed in a ridiculous, quasi-hip-hop style and I’m lost somewhere between the Euston Road and (probably) Camden.

Videogames & Loneliness: Little Big Planet

/ Laura Eppinger / Video Games
After I survived a disastrous year abroad, dropped out of grad school and left a dysfunctional relationship, I was lucky to be able to move home to my parents’ basement.

William Wegman’s Way: A Recommended Route

/ Elias Tezapsidis / Letters & Essays
Wegman’s photography of his pets functions as a catalyst for most people to draw from their personal experiences to meaningfully engage with the oeuvre.

In Bed With Teresa K. Miller

/ Russell Bennetts / Misc
Nearing the equator, the sun rose at 5 and set at 5 and we ate dinner before the largest of the insects came out, put ourselves to bed under our nets by 7.

Our Subsidiary Arrival (Or A Poem Without MEN)

/ Cathy Dreyer / Poetry
Twist twofold caught by our full spiral / Our hawk without hawk-coach / Stuff falls apart; hubs fail..

Interview: J’Lyn Chapman

/ Heather Sweeney / Interviews
I didn't know that summer would be so horrifying and awesome, but then I think that when we just pay attention, any moment in time can become sublime...

Torpid Slivers #10

/ Colin Raff / Misc
Pinneleck‘s delayed self-replicator lost any chance to live up to its name with the demise of Dauvergno Pinneleck and the negligence that followed.