Liquidity and Softness

Hail to the Thief

/ Virginia Konchan / Fiction
I hate hashtags, especially the one that says #winning, because I am never winning at […]

Poems: Clyde Kessler

/ Clyde Kessler / Poetry
'I’m starting to ramble, / making another helicopter throttle down'

Japan Station No. 1: Grunts of The Shadow People

/ Andrew Tran / Fiction
  The large shadow vehicle moved swiftly across the rough terrain, bobbing and weaving through […]

Island on Fire

/ Joseph Santaella Vidal / Fiction
It began with just a few people. A low percentage of the highest of the […]

Poems: Rennie Ament

Notes on the Human Condition and Its Expression

/ Joe Linker / Essays
The human condition remains hidden under cakes of cosmetics. Born with no name, it hides from its own ignominy.

“Shod”

/ Tetman Callis / Fiction
It’s the shoes. No, it’s it’s not the shoes in and of themselves. In and […]

Poems: Franz Werfel

/ Franz Werfel / Poetry
'All the depths, all the morass behind me is filled with my victims.'

Holes in the Canon: The Hartford Wits and Literary History

/ Eric D. Lehman / Essays
The architects of the American literary canon have always struggled between aesthetics and the demands of historicity. The Hartford Wits are a sad example of how this tension has become lopsided in favor of aesthetic currency,

Will and Representation

/ Masha Tupitsyn / Misc
The best part about making work is to talk to the work of others.

On Thomas Pynchon’s Comical Figurations of Slowness & Sloth

/ Menachem Feuer / Misc
Thomas Pynchon, years before the advent of Facebook or Twitter, suggests that the best way to resist society is through slowness and sloth.

I Am Zelda

/ Fortunato Salazar / Fiction
I am Seth Rogen’s Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, and I’m obsessed with the words “harlequin” […]

Spend the Night

/ Masha Tupitsyn / Misc
If we can’t learn to live with and love being frustrated by the person we love, then it is because we are too busy “loving” not ever being close enough to anyone or anything to be changed or touched by it.

Furry Christmas

Poem: Russell Bennetts