Poetry: For Every Riot We Hold Two Parties by Silvia La Rote

I got drunk and dreamt of Pound again. His yodel must have been a brick.

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WHAT’D YOU GET IF YOU STOMPED ON MY SKULL AND BRAINS FOR A WHILE AND THEN SCOOPED THE MESS INTO A PAN AND PUT IT IN THE OVEN FOR AN HOUR AND THEN TOOK IT OUT OF THE OVEN AND ATE IT: An Interview with Joseph Grantham (feat. Michael Seymour Blake)

I remember meeting Michael. He was a lot smaller than I thought he would be. Not that I thought he would be a big guy. But he was petite. And not in a bad way. There’s nothing wrong with being petite. He was scrappier than I thought he would be.

Seamstress

for now it’s all hunger and weariness and the small justice of this broken and crumbled love, again

MY MOTHER’S CIRCUS/HAND-SEWN CARNIVAL

“My grandmother made Christmas ornaments from dried apricots and sugar cookies that she baked with her own hands, a creation upon a creation. They were all tiny women, and she gave them dark hair like us, which felt like a gift to me.”

BEAST

“Every night he asks me the same question. “Will you sleep with me?”

If You Go Chasing Rabbits

“She rides that mushroom pole and flips upside down, with her legs spread high above her head. Her big blue eyes and red lips are innocence and corruption made flesh.”

Kevin Love Poem

“Being a really tall and muscular white boy is better than being in a boy band in the late 90’s”

How To Rot With Danger Slater

“Danger Slater is the stand up comic of the Bizarro Fiction scene. He has googly eyes, a big heart, and a mind that is teeming with dark and forbidden secrets.”

A Sonnet Inspired By ‘Spring’

“An aimless young man (Lou Taylor Pucci) takes an impromptu trip to Italy and becomes involved with an alluring genetics student (Nadia Hilker) who harbors a transformative secret.”