Build a portrait of yourself with shapes from the bucket on the table in the classroom. I’ll do it with you, look: Today my face is a red diamond, my torso a blue triangle turned […]
Build a portrait of yourself with shapes from the bucket on the table in the classroom. I’ll do it with you, look: Today my face is a red diamond, my torso a blue triangle turned […]
Dear Watermelon Pub Trivia Team By the Back Left Table AKA “Kookie Cat Men,” That means you, Gilbert. And yes, you too, Basil, though everyone knows you only come when your girlfriend is out of […]
Incarnadine Lament Iron stained fingertips at the bloodhungry mouth of morning. We wear our sighs like blankets. Keys searched for, keys found with quaking fingers. We enter through the front door. Too soon for […]
Dear Pitchfork contributor, When James decided to soulfully plea for help, with his anger, his ability to understand questions, to punch through glass in the productive way, and when he decided to accompany his plea […]
Who’d want a burnt chest? Soaked in vodka, an old fire barely keeping itself alive. His shot-out liver might do him in. At first, it rubs him raw, but it’s an always-early clock come December. […]
You wake up in the psych ward to discover that animal therapy day is canceled because the therapy dog has died. *** L Scully (they/them) is a queer writer and double Capricorn currently based in […]
1. Liz’s brother mouthed a hot lightbulb long enough to get third-degree burns when he was six years old. The bulb, fixed in a desk lamp Liz’s brother had situated on the floor, glowed eerily, […]
*** Matthew Feinstein is a twenty-two-year-old neurodivergent writer from Tracy California. He will attend the MFA program in Creative Writing, Poetry at California State University, Long Beach in Fall 2020. His poetry and fiction have […]
My therapist tells me I need to be more direct, so fuck you. Sorry, I don’t have it in me to try and ameliorate your deciduous desire. I got into gardening recently, if you haven’t […]