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  Furiosa 1. In the weeks after my father dies, we attempt normality, but my life spins off into speculative fiction. Going to see Furiosa alone in the theater soon...

Willie, Invictus An air conditioning unit fell from a tall building and landed on my mother and now her corpse is following me. Which is so my mom. I’ve only...

Poem   Do not die I said to the train. It was sad. It didn’t want to be a person; it wanted to be a bird. All birds being dead ...

Interview by Jason Dubow, essays editor Questions: Willie, My Father, and Me Boog City: Now that you are a man of a certain age, i.e. a lot of time has...

  Willie, My Father, and Me I never asked much of my father, and he never asked much of me. I never asked him how his jobs were going or...

By Ryan Masters Two rivers converge in River Church: Selected Poems 1990-2025. The human and the holy flow together, coalesce into spooky, spiritually ambiguous currents, carry the reader past dark...

By Mitch LevenbergCaroline Hagood’s Goblin Mode might be my new.favorite book, long essay, poetic narrative, or narrative poem by her yet. Goblin Mode is comprised of a series of mini chapters,...

ESSAYISTSMitch Levenberg, Willie, My Father, and  MeLevenberg Boog City Interview, by Jason Dubow FICTIONJoe Pan POETRY Micah BallardSean Cole Jiwon Choi Vincent Katz Sunnylyn Thibodeaux  PRINTED MATTER Mitch Levenberg, Caroline Hagood's...

The Collective Individual Experience of Drowning                                           my recollection of Katrina They say a frontis keeping things at bay, quiet for this anniversary. My daughter asks why I sound like that when I recall things. Sound...

Sepulchral Iconoclastic speaking to the queen keen to venture understandably nobody the endorphin rush is rudimentary I slouch against bricks unvarnished first take no exterior motivations at the behest I...