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 […]
2 poems
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 […]
Rejection Letter: Timothy Tarkelly
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 […]
Shots in the Dark
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. […]
Therapy Dog
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 […]
Swallowing Myth
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, […]
Poem in the Shape of a Flosser
*** 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 […]
Self-Portrait as Wine Mom
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 […]
Hello Mother, Hello Father
Dear Katie, Why did you drop me off at this stupid camp. I’ve been here for a very long time. Maybe even half of my life. Please come rescue me. I told you I didn’t […]
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