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The point of the leak is to imagine the flood: Hilary Plum in conversation with Caren Beilin

By Hilary Plum, Caren Beilin

Hilary and I have spoken before. With each new book that appears, I diligently come forward as her friend and colleague, as a fellow writer in the fun as fuck trenches of indie publishing, which feels like ascendant exile, sometimes like a lot of rubble, but to me where anything good could happen. It’s often enough a rubble full of velvet pebbles. And unlike corporate publishing, it feels reliant on friendship. How beautiful is that? So when Hilary publishes, I try to especially become her friend, but I also have to recognize, with each new book I become—in a different […]

Editor’s Note: Application to Social Work School*

By rebecca wolff

* Only after pressing “submit” did the author understand that she had misunderstood the online application’s instructions and produced eight single-spaced pages rather than the requested double-spaced pages.

NUDN

By Christine Kanownik

I haven’t read enough to know to know if we actually are those people in fur coats explaining why we have our breakfast at strip-clubs or just a brilliant illusion a composite of features: great tits a hard cock ten grand a month an unobtrusive driver a black day I need to remind myself I wanted this I wanted to be cruel to engage in these sorts of cruelties to pursue unmitigated violence I wanted you to feel unsafe or at the very least unusual and it worked giving me a rich feeling of satisfaction in my daily life in […]

Cooked Water

By Nathan Dragon | April 19, 2019

Something hard pressed to be stopped. Look. A train rolls by the window and the birds at home on the […]

Late Afternoon

By Florence Kindel | October 31, 2017

Abstinence from mask making continues

The Art of Forgetting

By Anne K. Yoder | October 19, 2017

Jan’s name was a girl’s and didn’t match the heft of his body. His hair was short black squiggles and his skin the color of roasted chicken. He was full of contradictions, like, in spite of his name he was very much a man, with rippled shoulders and an Adam’s apple that protruded from his throat.

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