The Boys of Kilkenny Are Stout Roaring Blades (or Why Do You Think They Call It Stout?)

William Walsh

A text derived from Ulysses by James Joyce (1922)

 

Brewery barge with export stout.

—Two stouts here.

Lashes and Wings

Jimmy Chen

Your mom spies her Thomas Kincade print, suspicious of the bubblegum pink tree – how naive she once was to sit underneath it, to follow the creek past the bend.

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Zebra Face

in
Blake West

i wonder if i should buy cigarettes
and if i should steal something to eat

earlier i thought about possible places
i could hang myself
in my apartment

my internet is out again

i am standing at my kitchen sink crying

i am doing the dishes

 

Oklahoma

in
Carrie Murphy

The sallow cowboy
asks you to dance so you
put the limes down &
accept. Flat in his
arms, tracing the
baseboards, faces leering
around you with beer
bottle noses & hands
made of foam. The room
queers quickly, blending,
then spirals, & the cowboy’s
hand on your back is a knob,
a way to open you up, & out.

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