Conrad presented Izzy a paper bag with hearts drawn on it.
One thought repeated itself: What is happening to my country?
Part One of a conversation that took place on Columbia’s campus on December 12, 2017.
My friend is a distinct, timeless figure; both a gothic character and stately globetrotter.
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Earthworm My mornings come fraught with bushwhackings and darkness. Speechless and blind, the rewards prove inadequate: the never-ending mouthfuls of filth. A pear-shaped brain. Fulllength...
Security’s on him soon as he struts through the door. Profiling ain’t right, man.
Today is the first day of my last period.
I’ve been invited to this place despite my job, despite our looming money problems.
Somnambulant towns sleep in/ rag-soft death,/ lunar hypotonic bounce,/ dollhead loll―
For this themed feature, we’re presenting works that tackle evolutions both personal and global.
The river had been dry as long as I’d been in town, but the old men still sat under the palms along the riverbank and...