S Cearley is a former professor of philosophy and AI researcher in computer-derived writing. He currently lives eight inches above a river watching ducks, otters and herons. Find @scearley on twitter (https://twitter.com/scearley) and mastodon (https://cybre.space/@scearley), or visit futureanachronism.com.
Lee Levinson lives in Jersey City. He tweets @schlock_jaw
Bryce Jones is a former child comedian. Email him at brycejones0508@gmail.com if you would like to be pen pals.
Ryan Madej is an experimental writer of various fictional/non-fictional narratives and other literary ephemera. Also a middling sculptor of ambient soundscapes from forgotten dimensions. Books, music, hashish: my three inspirations. Twitter: https://twitter.com/blurtbleen?lang=en
Shane Jesse Christmass is the author of the novels, Yeezus In Furs (Dostoyevsky
Wannabe, 2018), Napalm Recipe: Volume One (Dostoyevsky
Wannabe, 2017), Police Force As A Corrupt
Breeze (Dostoyevsky Wannabe, 2016) and Acid Shottas (The Ledatape
Organisation, 2014). He was a member of the band Mattress Grave, and is
currently a member in Snake Milker. An archive of his
writing/artwork/music can be found at shanejessechristmass.tumblr.com.
Twitter: https://twitter.com/sjxsjc
Meeah Williams is a writer & graphic artist. She lives in Seattle w/her husband & cat. Some of her most recent work is linked here http://neutralspaces.co/meeah_williams/. She tweets @pussy_nagasaki
*Editor’s Note: biographical data withheld at author’s request.
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Mike Corrao is the author of Man, Oh Man (Orson’s Publishing) and Gut Text (11:11 Press). His work has been featured in publications such as 3:AM, Always Crashing, The Collagist, and The Portland Review. He lives in Minneapolis where he earned his B.A. in film and English literature at the University of Minnesota. Learn more at www.mikecorrao.com &
https://twitter.com/ShmikeShmorrao
Speech always moves.
When a person speaks they drive lung fulls of air through disruptive muscles that vibrate the flowing air before it moves in an open space. Language on a page, however, is generally static.
Meaning, most people would have us read against the text rather than into it.
Because letters in English are only phonetic signifiers, which in no consistent way relate to their sounds, neither speech (an object in the all-being type of way) or the object to which they refer, written language actually doesn’t say a thing. Usually… Continue reading “Poetry Letters by Dan Dorman”
First Miracle
A burning log fell through the air like a ship, a plank
fell onto a field of black and tinged it blue.
If the field is a meadow, count its little black hairs,
if the field is a flag, count its violent stars.
Renounce all forms of sex unless it’s with a landscape.
Second Miracle
A blue snow arrives in a meaningless landscape.
It isn’t snow, it is a cloud of letters. Bloodhounds
pursue the letters through the whitening fields.
To kill something, say its name. No new sentences,
a gunshot remarks from the edge of the forest.
Anna primal like ma, da, stretched & mirrored in a lake of unwise Homo sapiens
Beatrice in Italian, a tenderness, caressed
California long, narrow, the n a pass momentarily freezing paradise
Diego weight of lead, syllabic four-way stop, digging into earth, Ray Harryhausen tortoise
Ebenezer bless you
Francine 50s bouffant skirt, pink Aqua Net smile, a bitter grit
Giovanni vibrating toes Continue reading “Book of Names by J.A. Pak”
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