By Queen Mob

These Woods

Film: What Touches Us Most

Poem: Ken Taylor

/ Ken Taylor / Poetry
any mid-century kid could draw the love-act as stove enamel applied to a sited piece...

Sometimes Mannie

Poet on a Thursday

FICTION: 2XCADAVER

/ Judson Hamilton / Fiction
it tears Holes in the blue facade. The blue facade is leaking tv static  . I want to rewind the tape...

Poem: Brent Terry

/ Brent Terry / Poetry
Radio Free Nebraska is on the air and Psychedelic Rick can read your mind...

One Nation Under Grove

Poem: Nick Telfer

/ Nick Telfer / Poetry
On the terrace of the hotel, Overlooking the yachts of good men, Those who wished to be good Ate a buffet breakfast...

Like Poke Cake With Jelly

BURST O’TEH WEB

Poet in November

/ Queen Mob / Satire
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How Long Is Now?

Ubuntu

/ Khatondi Soita Wepukhulu / Misc
This is only the latest milestone for trans people in Uganda...

Film: Rose Gold

/ Sara Cwynar / Misc
There was a time when we were able to draw up an encyclopedia...

What We Do When We Talk About What To Do

/ Joe Linker / Misc
One stops the vertical fall and the horizontal push, and edges fall away. Another scrolls up and down and takes cuts...

Red Earth

/ Michael Salu / Misc
Or they could be words gathered in a long string of names as gifted to a Nigerian child on its eighth day in this world...

Film: My Feathered Friend

/ Astra Papachristodoulou / Misc
A film poem about a friendly city robin called Mr. Feathers...

Burst O’Teh Web

Dōgen Died 768 Years Ago Today

In Defense of the Difficult

/ Eugenio Tisselli & Rui Torres / Letters & Essays
Isn't it ironic how, as we build machines that mimic thought and language in ever more persuasive ways, the very energy that fuels those machines is making us ever more stupid?

Film: THE HUNGARIAN VACUUM

Visual Poem: Pink

Jetset Poet

Poems: Thomas Walton

/ Thomas Walton / Poetry
I sat listening on the rocky crags moss-heavy to a speedboat hidden in the fog buzzing closer...