(I), Ellipse. B. Ingrid Olson
One image, slid. Something like cleavage, crumpled, diminishes into the groin. One image, synthesized. She is hard, interstice furling interstice,…
Unpack / Reveal / Unleash
Edgeplays. Stanislava Kovalčíková
St. Sebastian is a kinky pussyboy, or a honeytrap. Spank me, Blasphemy! Beamed into a bucolic, peachy saturnalia, his cock-ringed,…
Present Tense: Win McCarthy
“Now” is already too late and, in its lateness, a lie: the utterance of now is a now no longer.…
Stella Zhong: Real Enigma
Across Neverland terrains, we catch a fade. Words break off its surface with the slimmest shiver, its occurrence a blink.…
Lotus L. Kang: At First Blush
Recall those nectarine swathes basking in abeyance. Quenching, their tipped menisci urge semantic gushing. Coralline registrations: scores of quince, milky…
SoiL Thornton: Vug Culturing, Swallet Thinking
Again: does productivity know what it’s named, maybe it calls itself identity?1 That spinning coin, productivity and identity, ever flickering.…
P.Staff: Ardor, Attrition
What do you dream of When life’s not given?1 Venus crushes. Peony-dense, obliterating human experience in compacted flusters of sheer…
K.R.M. Mooney: Lastings
I relish that no one knows the time one may put into solitude. Yours, mine, alone. One’s interior life is…