A poem by Heather Gustine
When they asked at the post office what you wanted
with a skeleton, you said you were studying
the human form. When they said, What?
The girlfriend’s not enough? you laughed,
and now request that I take care of. »
Archive for September, 2009
Rooming with Your Bones
Wednesday, September 23rd, 2009The Death of Kelsey Moore
Thursday, September 10th, 2009Fiction by Ryan Napier
PLANT CITY—Amid ongoing legal battles, Kayleigh Moore will give her first live, televised interview on The Oprah Winfrey Show Friday, more than a year after the disappearance of her daughter Kelsey made national headlines. The special episode will air tomorrow at 4pm on WFLA-TV Newschannel 8, the Tribune’s sister. »
Splintered / Confessional Pt. II: “Confessions”
Friday, September 4th, 2009A poem by Anthony Frame
I would look terrible in my Rasta-
farina hat. The rainbow wig, bloated
with dreadful black hair, drowns my. »
Splintered / Confessional Pt. I: “Arrested”
Wednesday, September 2nd, 2009A poem by Jessie Carty
We had you arrested
said you were a threat
as you drooled
vodka
down your loosened. »
Features
The Music Of Psychology And The Schizophrenic
Fiction by Shome Dasgupta
Did you know? Did you know that he and he took out my spinal chord and used it as a piano-. »
An Interview with Steve Almond About Technology, Loneliness and the Splinter Generation
The main thing I see in the writing is this strain of what I call “hysterical lyricism.” Certain younger writers are just so saturated by visual media. »
Little Red’s Ride
Poetry by Kate Durbin
Spring-stink, the world heaves with lust.
Mother sniffs sex from the kitchen window:
Woodsmen stripping trees,
Housewives mounting. »