ISSUE 2 OUT NOW!
Bodily stories, essays, poems and interviews, updated every month.
Can hands like those pull a skull apart in two neat halves? I think not.
Pau was a man who was disappointed his wife had turned into a jar.
It was possible to imagine Marianne in the bath. It was more than possible. It had to be done.
I pick myself up off the sidewalk and a bird flies over my shoulder. I go inside and everything smells fried and dead again.
everything but the intellect/is the body
A lighter, a butane lighter, my brother’s, the one he’d rigged and called his “crackhead flame”
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