I love to walk in the pine forest where I live because I find its alien stillness comforting, protective, like a warm hug from a loved one when that is just what you need. No […]
That Dead People’s Song
I was getting smoke in my eyes around the campfire when Jeremy and his crew walked past. They were like the lost boys. They stayed in whatever hideout they had, drank stolen beers, and groped […]
The Kind of Person My Neighbor Is
This was at least 15 years ago. We had this guy redoing the kitchen, which took like 18 months because we’re morons. But anyway, the guy’s day job was, he’s a firefighter. Which means he […]
Tangram
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 […]
Rejection Letter: Jason Schwartzman
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 […]
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