Bodily stories, essays, poems and interviews, updated every month.
I wolfed down two bitter, chalky handfuls, then shoveled in some more before noticing a warning on the back of the bag: Do not eat more than 5 kernels in a day.
I walked toward the city/Lights receding/ On the F as it carried/Us in the half-lit glare
During doses their bodies would do small dances between the flickers of the train lights.
Brice Stratford talks Shakespeare and Al Pacino, Orson Welles and FIGHTING.
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.
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