“He reeks of last night’s wine!” That’s off the mark.
He drinks until dawn clarifies the dark.
Hesterno fetere mero qui credit Acerram,
fallitur: in lucem semper Acerra bibit.
Contributed By: David Macey, Martial
“He reeks of last night’s wine!” That’s off the mark.
He drinks until dawn clarifies the dark.
Hesterno fetere mero qui credit Acerram,
fallitur: in lucem semper Acerra bibit.
Return to table of contents for Issue 12 Winter 2018.
Among the rich, anger’s no rarity: hatred comes cheaper than charity. Genus, Aucte, lucri divites habent iram: odisse quam donare vilius constat. Return to table of contents for Issue 12 Winter 2018.
Rome lauds, loves, and sings my little books. I am in every pocket, every hand. Behold: she blushes, pales, dazes, yawns, looks sick. That’s what I want! Now I’m my own fan. Laudat,…
In Prisov, not far from Košice, a shul or rather an exhibit of itself restored, except of course for its congregation, is open for tourists to visit and inspect. On a wall are photographs of…
I’ll remember you too clearly . . . There was the college room of it: a fishnet on the walls and ceiling above a single bed. A turntable on bookshelves of stacked cinderblock and pine…
the queen wasp / opens her first pair of arms. / she convulses in the right chamber like / how nails sanctify a board.
Alina Pleskova released her first full-length book of poems, Toska, in June of this year with Deep Vellum Press. I read the collection with excitement in just one afternoon. Then, we wrote back and forth together in the interview below in which we discussed the nature of Pleskova’s writing process as a collective, the concept […]
This story, first published at Electric Literature in 2020, is among its “Favorite Essays About Radicalism and Resistance.” One Sunday in the spring of 1969, James Forman walked into the sanctuary of Riverside Church in the Morningside Heights neighborhood of Manhattan, barreled his way to the pulpit, commandeered the microphone, and before many wide-eyed and […]
