Online Exclusives

06.20.17
The Experimental Subject
Parts 3–6
Coiled in the mother’s womb in the birth sac is a small creature with a large head and flat puckered face, tight-shut eyes, tiny clenched fists, that could be mistaken for a purely human fetus, or, from another angle, a chimpanzee baby with somewhat human features. [...]
06.13.17
The Experimental Subject
Parts 1–2
By measured stages seduction, sexual relations, impregnation. And if impregnation, gestation.
     Birth, and beyond birth. [...]
05.23.17
Four Poems
Under cover,
the ground seems
legless. [...]
05.16.17
Four Poems
All day all I think is I’m tired and typing, ticker. Am I talking too much or for. And why a girlish void person of emotional scaffolding a demon, a deadness. A depth, nonromantic. As though. The real deadness front-paged and swallowed. [...]
05.09.17
Three Poems
a few acorns forgotten
under the national soot

so much wonderland
a can of borscht in the larder [...]
04.18.17
Four Poems
He was looking out a window
in a room he had agreed to. “What then,”
he said, “let a few more in?” [...]
04.11.17
From The New Encyclopedia
Little is known about the pre-Socratic philosopher Polycyathus, and that little unlikeable: he was born at Dodona, and was old when Socrates was young (Plato reports that Socrates once tried to question Polycyathus, but that the latter quickly “succumbed to wine-sleep”); he taught the doctrine that “nothing is good”; he believed that, of all the forms of governance, tyranny was best, because “it breeds monuments.” [...]
03.28.17
Three Poems
mirrored      clouds                now
virtual                  glitter         their
idyll                      the first person [...]
03.14.17
Bleached Pink on the Line
We’d been there too long. Portia’s red slip bleached pink on the line, Mr. B getting to know the local girls by name. [...]
03.07.17
Three Poems
I was struck
By your brevity
Can you speak further
About honing that
Particular skill [...]
02.28.17
Internal Report on the Rise of the Inconceivable
Overall, The Inconceivable believes itself of clear mind and conscience, and as such, a model of elegant comportment. [...]
02.21.17
Metamorphosis and the Surreal
The surrealist universe is unabashedly sexed and eagerly embraces nature’s infinitely mutable manifestations. [...]
02.07.17
Two Poems
Damp-squib grammar of pretty things and wild mignonette.
Quercitron bark. Old Fustic’s persistently pissy stamen,
the peony-stained wallpaper. [...]
01.31.17
The Compound
The money was from a corporation, if that makes any difference to you, and not enough to buy everything we wanted. [...]
01.10.17
Ten Poems from Passagen
Pan speaking panisms at the church
of Christ, Pantokrater, in place
of the usual docent, breast of sportscoat
bulging with his pipes. [...]

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Vol. 68
Inside Out: Architectures of Experience
Spring 2017
Edited by Bradford Morrow

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Parts 3–6
June 20, 2017
Coiled in the mother’s womb in the birth sac is a small creature with a large head and flat puckered face, tight-shut eyes, tiny clenched fists, that could be mistaken for a purely human fetus, or, from another angle, a chimpanzee baby with somewhat human features.
Parts 1–2
June 13, 2017
By measured stages seduction, sexual relations, impregnation. And if impregnation, gestation.
     Birth, and beyond birth.
May 23, 2017
Under cover,
the ground seems
legless.
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Monday, September 25, 2017
2:30 pm
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