Liar’s Haiku
︎︎︎ Meredith Stisser
︎ May 22, 2025
“I really love you
It’s not just about the sex”
I say, bent over
It’s not just about the sex”
I say, bent over
Meredith Stisser is an artist from New England based in Truckee, California.
Also by Meredith: Nesting
After The Fly
︎︎︎ Cletus Crow
︎ May 21, 2025
love wields a shotgun
and isn't afraid to blow your head off
if you're too far gone
he is half man half green ooze
great at sex though
i am also some monster thing
kiss my left mandible
let me pollinate her moist tulips
i'm also human
she forgets that often enough
feeds me fingernails
but pokes holes in the plastic jar
stars are not really stars
and isn't afraid to blow your head off
if you're too far gone
he is half man half green ooze
great at sex though
i am also some monster thing
kiss my left mandible
let me pollinate her moist tulips
i'm also human
she forgets that often enough
feeds me fingernails
but pokes holes in the plastic jar
stars are not really stars
Wonderful seedless lemons are free
︎︎︎ Montana James Thomas
︎ May 13, 2025
The lawn is cut and the bees all panic, that is to say, it is a perfectly normal morning. And in the afternoon, the swans float and snort in still waters. And when night falls, the crickets come, hollering as always, as always, as always — a quiet trash fire in the ruins of Londinium, a broxy stew for sale on the corner of Broadway and 49th, a toothache.
The Fool
︎︎︎ Drew Mosman
︎ May 12, 2025
In March, I built you a bench,
cedar, with two short legs and a long body.
It held books, your cigarettes, my pants.
In May, you burnt my bench,
you used lighter fluid and matches.
In June, I wrote honestly about you for the first time,
the words come easily now.
In January, I told you about God,
something that I now regret.
cedar, with two short legs and a long body.
It held books, your cigarettes, my pants.
In May, you burnt my bench,
you used lighter fluid and matches.
In June, I wrote honestly about you for the first time,
the words come easily now.
In January, I told you about God,
something that I now regret.