Tag: cnf

by Kale Hensley When the Last Trumpet Sounds, I Will Be in the Mummy Room at the Museum after Maria Rossetti, who said the opposite, presumably as a joke As a pew-child, I kept my neck tilted up, up, up. Looking, waiting. That is how I saw that the shadows of chandeliers in a back-holler […]

by Michael Hanson Patterns I’ve had this image in my head where I’m standing in a well-lit room holding my cousin Patrick’s brain. Light fixtures flicker and the air smells like embalming solvents and I’m there alone holding Patrick’s brain, the edges of the room with that warped look you see in stainless steel, like […]

by Kelle Groom Mysophobia musos, uncleanness; phobos, fear I’d love to live above ground if possible.  Fly to DC, take a cab to my sublet. I’m here for four months for a writing residency. Excited to see the apartment I’ve only seen in photos. Early evening when I arrive. Building squat and square, but massive. […]

by Brionne Janae How to Cum in Spite of– “For finally this body is open. And thisbody it is mine.” excerpt Malcolm Tariq’s Fucking a Proclamation   I once had a partner who made what I thought was the saddest face when she came. I didn’t understand it—and I suppose would have worried something was […]

by Sophia Khan Lunch 0. Tarry slivers of opium, sucked from beneath your nanny’s fingernails You have heard you were a horror: cried all night; failed to thrive. You want something ineffable. Nothing you are given ever satisfies. What is the poor woman to do? One evening when you are nine months old, you will […]