WHAT TO DO WHEN THERE IS NOTHING LEFT TO DO by John King
I’ve just vomited into my mother’s coffin. The pallbearers rush me out of the parlor. The funeral home director eyes me fiercely. He isn’t wrong.
OUT FROM UNDER THE BRIDGE: ON DAVE FITZGERALD by K Hank Jost
To refer back to Jeanette’s advice again for a second, it’s not just that no one will care if you don’t do it. In a lot of cases, it’s that no one will even know if you don’t do it. For me, ‘doing the thing’ has changed my life.
QUESTIONS FOR THE ALIEN WHO LISTENED TO THE VOYAGER GOLDEN RECORD by John Waddy Bullion
In your mind, is there nothing better than coming home after a punishing day in the asteroid mines, firing up a space joint, and taking a blissful sound bath in the pure vibes pouring forth from your carefully curated LP collection?
THE STUYVESANT BEE 224 by Mike Topp
For decades The Stuyvesant Bee has been a password known only to the LITERARY ELITE, whispered at CIA-sponsored cocktail parties, discussed in zoom meetings hosted by Paris Review interns, loudly recited at salons & saloons around the reading world.
Transmissions: The Book Chemist
What I never do is read a book with the specific intent to review it (e.g., because I think it will be popular on the channel). It would take all the fun out of reading!
POSSESSION IN THE GAME: An Interview with Thomas Kendall
There is this un-healable division between the physical and the mental within capitalist ‘culture.’ I do feel that we are losing the world and that begins with an alienation from the body.
WOULD BE A SHAME by Mary Dittrich Orth
…we never even noticed a voyeur, Shana—a girl new to the school, friendless and odd—hiding behind the monkey bars, spying…
THE INHERITENCE / LA HERENCIA by Sam Moe
I think we’re all stuck to the Manhattan apartment, its thick coatings of paint intertwined with our veins, which crisscross around the city, glowing in the night, fraying when we argue.
X-R-A-Y SPECS: A Strip of Uncut Wild Flowers (1980)
The idea of chasing people into submission, trying to tame them as they run for their lives. Both the futility and cruelty of it.
I JUST WANT PALS TO JOSH AROUND WITH by Kevin Richard White
Maybe we discuss how soft our wives’ hands are, how they look in the shower, how they may or may not love us.