Tuesday, April 25, 2023
- Eleanor Tennyson
- Parker Menzimer
- Matthew Corey
EXCERPTS FROM “SELAH”
Maybe the shape of my mouth is the word itself - I am looking for./ My body is a plum-sweet alphabet. It does this thing / like rapture, like I’m unsure and atlas./ I want to scream / eyes closed: this is me without / I lift my lips again to the black-smudgy wall / I am a dog with a human face...
EXCERPTS FROM “THE REPRODUCTION SONNETS”
I can imagine a person objecting to the embattled tone, or reacting negatively to the felt impression of arbitrariness. I drove home to take this dictation, listening to The Gould Variations Winning lotteries, I wrote this passage by candlelight. I was born in Oakland, California, in 1991...
“THE NIGHT OF”
She kept her eyes on the road, but chanced a quick glance in his direction. He was still slumped in the passenger seat, knee up on the dashboard, right elbow resting on the door, his head leaning on his right hand fist. Despite the air-conditioning turned up, the window on that side was open a crack, just enough to make the maximum amount of noise as air passed in and out of it...
“CORONERS, OR CUSTODIANS” “11.16” & “12.8”
working was so / opulent or populist / no one can decide which / I orchestrated my own / bloodshed in the / style of allegation / or bootleg salem / I can't decide witch / [I'm sorry] which...
Thursday, March 23, 2023
“THE MEN I KNOW WHO EAT ALONE ARE MEN” & “THE BOOM OF THE FIREWORKS TURNS MY MOUTH INTO YOURS”
CLARE MARIE SCHNEIDER
When we first met I noticed a dark stain / And I knew you as perfect, sloppy too./ If you left me at sea I would find peace, / A new, wet ground that groans and rocks with me...
EMMA WINSOR WOOD
I am here. As if here. Writing a poem under conditions which are not
ameanable to it. As Bernadette Mayer advised. What if a conjunction
were a verb. I and you a something to keep you from something something. You but me away. I so all alone in my room. Who is
the sad girl, Mommy? Meaning it stinks in here...
She used to dream of a treasure boat. Ruby red eyes searching the blues, the sea wore emerald and sapphire. Slow waves grinding on untamed stone. Time smoothes everything...
“SKETCHES IN THE GARDEN”
HALEY JOY HARRIS
i saw my face in its geode / reflecting back in tiny / fractured / multitudes / crystal cavity / relic of its own mouth / mechanics / it fit so cleanly / in perrenail robotics / a small continent / i found it in the grass / outside the church / i believe / it underwent a perlious / whiplash...
Thursday, February 9, 2023
“BACH” & “A WAY IN”
ZOE CONTROS KEARL
practice radical hospitality / see the sacred embedded / in the structures of nature / an ice storm caused / many trees to split..
“THE COMPUTER ROOM”
It’s summer and I spend my days at my best friend and next door neighbor’s house, upstairs in her computer room, surrounded by our sleeping bags. Her name is Liz.I love the computer room at Liz’s, because I love the internet and playing games like The Sims. My family doesn’t have a computer yet. Some nights, we play The Sims until after midnight, because it’s summer and there’s nothing to wake up for...
INTERVIEW: NIK OCTOBER-CLYDESDALE
i think when you’re making something, you should want to touch it. and sometimes i succeed, and sometimes i fail, but i think they’re like little people. they’re like little bodies. they create a mood that feels really resonant to me...
Tuesday, December 6, 2022
- Terry Nguyen
- Serena Devi
- Nathan Stormer
- Giulia Bencivenga
- Torey Akers
- Sydney Smith
- Bradley King
- Juliet Gelfman-Randazzo
- Sophia Le Fraga
- Candela Perez
- Ruby Zuckerman
- Matthew Klane
- Ari Lisner
“MY HEALING JOURNEY”
I’m on a healing journey. Step one is I will force the world not to deny me. For a long time I thought there was a kind of woman who could just get away with taking, and she wasn’t me. What I mean is, I have an inherently suspect look. I am not a small or delicate girl. Nobody notices me except to regard me with unease...
“THERE IS NO COMFORT”
My grandma opened an email with the subject line, There is no comfort...VIEW IN BROWSER. It was addressed to “Jon.” The email said, Jon, there is no comfort like when you bundle home and auto for $89/month. Her son’s name was Jon, my father. I never knew him well. I’m still figuring things out...
There’s a little mouse inside me / that eats the rubbish I ingest: / ash, lamb tartare, bits of plastic./ It’s never lonely / to live with organs that do not recognize / austerity / to eat feverishly / all that can’t be shown...
she feeds me / styrofoam /from 7-11 / pressing / cold hand against / groggy spoonful / forehead // whoever wrote / the law
& order / theme song / jerks off to it
I miss you / so simple / so giving / Kind as a cow / gone like the grasses / Now I can only say your name / but / We can never grow / back to Oklahoma...
she swung her arms, as they say / with purpose, like she had nowhere to go / and was certain of it. i avoided the break / up spot. the sun wasn’t sunny there anyway / or it was too much so. it didn’t matter...
SOPHIA LE FRAGA
Is it true that we never talked / Like, out loud, until we had / Dogs to speak to? / Last week walking home / From the vet I heard the nurse / Greet two poodles: / Paul Hollywood and Mary Berry / The Great British Bake-Off hosts...
excerpts from “THE ARTIST”
Sara looks beautiful in the early afternoon light. Her hands are perfectly folded. Everything in the room is white, everything outside of the windows is gray. This makes any small moment of color extremely vibrant...
“IT’S CRAZY THAT LA EXISTS”
I’d be a great sound guy / Everyone else is just all about their concepts / Thank god for the inverse of things / thank god for the sound guy thank god for the time is not happening All at the same time...
Monday, October 31st, 2022
- KATE GREENE
- FRANCESCA KRITIKOS
- SEOKYOUNG YANG
- SARAH YANNI
TEXT & AUDIO by:
when we first talked about this film
you handed a woman a film critique book based on Chinese history
a warmth of emotion enables the present
maybe it is a gesture for the beginning of love...
“WHEN OUR DESIRES SHIFT WE CALL IT RECOVERY”
POETRY & AUDIO by:
There’s more sham / in asking for the thing you wan / than there is in taking it / e.g. the way I used to
bleed / which was only by force...
ON JUSTICE THELOT’S STONEMILKER
i would become
until my lungs prune
to see you smile
And several pages later:
in the future
i am no longer
in love with you
Tuesday, September 27, 2022
- ARI LISNER
- LINDSAY DYE
- PETER COLE FRIEDMAN
- LILY LADY
PETER COLE FRIEDMAN
Dirty sky. The gravity of the symbol. Walking into a / room with complicated feelings, fumes. Sometimes / the audience throws roses, sometimes knives. I
wobble between terror and boredom. A little / haunted ferris wheel...
If I clung to my mom in the ocean/ It would be the closest we could be / to the way it was / Inside of her body / Swallowed in salt...
i often think about / cargo pants that unzip to become short / transitioning effortlessly / you can do whatever you want in this life / is there anything better / than a waffle at 2am / with crunchy peanut butter & honey drizzle? / the testosterone makes my face warm...
Volume #22 Friday, August 5, 2022
- CARSON JORDAN
- SIMONE ZAPATA
- MICHAEL NEWTON
- SASHA LESHNER
What is memory if not an insistence of duration / phantoms collapsing into / loop / all lyric tracks a kind of / decay / movement between / rooms : / We make maps to / find our way home / and if I were to / draw a blueprint of / mine / it would be built upon / stranded prepositions :...
EXCERPT FROM “VISIONS”
Jeannie is having feelings about the objects in the house again. She and Greg have talked about this many times. She agreed to try and dim her senses to the messages which the objects send her. He encouraged her to try living in the real world and stop talking to the chairs and the toothbrushes...
I’ve been a thousand years asleep / inside the untied / anchor-patterned robe / my mother got me on / America island / where I first slept off / a slight addiction / all castaway / all prince-white garden...
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