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The People of Distress Going through a box of old ephemerae I found a tiny notebook called The People of Distress. The day I found the notebook was the day I started reading up on the gnostic gospels late at night in Vermont, stoned, the laundry rinsed by the thunderstorm, its slow musk behind our [...]

It’s Fair Our life is boring. The fat caterpillar makes a ring on your walking stick. I want to be consumed by wind, the smell of oyster mushrooms and red horses. When folded, things become unrecognizable like hotdog paste. Thank god for the unresolved. The corner of your mouth a heron holding lavender in its [...]

This entry is part of a series, In a Dark Room» It was late in the smoke-painted bar, a quarter past the blue hour, when The Interviewer pulled The Poet into an even darker room. And in the dark of that darkness, came the first question. Tell me, said the Interviewer, where do your poems [...]

Federal Bureau of Investigation you give great masthead take it from me I have a microphone where my soul is supposed to go if you put your ear up to it you can hear the future ten thousand girls going crazy at a chess match and we’re not coming out of this closet for any [...]

Author’s statement: In the summer of 2012, M.A, Vizsolyi visited Ronnie Yates in Houston, Texas, where it was hot as a mofo. They took walks beneath the live oaks, sweated their asses off, and at night, on the roof of Nick Flynn’s apartment (Nick was away in Paris), they began a collaboration tentatively titled, “It’d [...]

When you fell asleep with your fingerprint on the sensor I kept your hand warm. I kept my hand above the hand on your controller, and we scrolled through the menus together, punched your dream onto the screen. It was a first person shooter. You navigated through levels reserved for early adopters. Every portal glowing [...]

FOR IBRAHIM QASHOUSH They found you like a river stone in the Orontes where the people fished you out. And like oil on water you take the tint of all colors. Now a streetwise nation wakes, thousands on the Brooklyn Bridge, down Broadway, Cleveland, L.A., on the lawn of the Capitol jailbreaking our jobs and [...]