The Book Marks is a Book Cover Design Contest where the best design—as decided by the internet—gets permanently etched into a human body and the designer gets $100.
Which will be particularly devastating when walking to the podium at the poetry event of the year you’ll trip over not even a real leg but an imaginary one…
First sentence: “In the hall of mirrors, Detective Cud Wilson didn’t know who looked worse: the corpses hanging from the ceiling or himself.” 300 words. Due 11/3/14.
Zen Arcade is a novel about zen, punk rock, and growing up in Minneapolis during the 1980s. We’ll be publishing a section every other Sunday until Summer 2015. This is the eleventh section.
Dear was burned, / Here we are losing our balance differently now. / Our once field now fireweed’s fuchsia spikes. / Here is our shoulder that was a wing in the before. / Can you mourn what grows?
You can’t break up with Sam at brunch, because you’re so happy to be alive. Happy, even though you and Sam are at the hospital cafeteria, you poking at some gelatinous egg concoction, him staring at a Styrofoam cup of light roast that’s been burning since 6 am.
Some bats are metaphorical, having metaphorical lice, symbolic rabies, and other unknown pathogens of irony—they are my preferred bat. But the bats in your area are all rather amorous.
A Lady’s Guide to Literature is a project by Casey Pendergast. This is the third section. We will be publishing it monthly for the next year. Get notified when the next section is available.
My husband had a penchant for the women from the ice skating clubs. Of all the things you could bet on—ponies, greyhounds, ball games—my husband had to bet on ice skating.
Boxcar is a novel in four parts by Robert Martin. We published a new excerpt every two weeks between August and October 2014. This is excerpt number six.