MISSOURI
︎︎︎ Tiresias Tobin-Priest
︎ June 9, 2026
MAKE IT lean;
hard, dry, cold;
athletic, geometric;
clear-eyed, chiseled;
concrete as the horizon.
hard, dry, cold;
athletic, geometric;
clear-eyed, chiseled;
concrete as the horizon.
Tiresias Tobin-Priest is a writer from Virginia who will never go to law school.
Also by Tiresias: THEBES
Cadenza for my debased WASP Bushwick bartender
︎︎︎ Vladislav Davidzon
︎ June 7, 2026
For K.
My libertine lover
came on the Mayflower
clutching
a volume of Lord Rochester
right, against her muscled thigh
Cadenza for my debased WASP
Bushwick bartender
my bunched and purloined plot
against America
“her hand, her foot, her very look's a cunt”
encrusting my lyric filth
against her adulation
that
old time
ost jude
off the boat
fantasia
cadenza for my debased WASP
Bushwick bartender
smeared over
her pearlescent breasts
and comic grace
“you’re no coward…
but a militant comedian”
she swooned me
I implored her to accept
an offer
of regal restitution
for the litigious sins
of her vulgar Yid landlord
dinner
drinks
schlong
that
old time
ost jude
off the boat
fantasia
“I am reading Farewell to arms”
she tells me
“so we will fuck
at least once more”
I write her this at war
frayed baroque carpeting
of the Odessa hotel bunker
quaking trembling
shuddering
that
old time
ost jude
off the boat
fantasia
swaying chandelier
quivering with carnal violation
the Russian Kamikaze drones
less fierce
than her caresses
My libertine lover
came on the Mayflower
clutching
a volume of Lord Rochester
right, against her muscled thigh
Cadenza for my debased WASP
Bushwick bartender
my bunched and purloined plot
against America
“her hand, her foot, her very look's a cunt”
encrusting my lyric filth
against her adulation
that
old time
ost jude
off the boat
fantasia
cadenza for my debased WASP
Bushwick bartender
smeared over
her pearlescent breasts
and comic grace
“you’re no coward…
but a militant comedian”
she swooned me
I implored her to accept
an offer
of regal restitution
for the litigious sins
of her vulgar Yid landlord
dinner
drinks
schlong
that
old time
ost jude
off the boat
fantasia
“I am reading Farewell to arms”
she tells me
“so we will fuck
at least once more”
I write her this at war
frayed baroque carpeting
of the Odessa hotel bunker
quaking trembling
shuddering
that
old time
ost jude
off the boat
fantasia
swaying chandelier
quivering with carnal violation
the Russian Kamikaze drones
less fierce
than her caresses
Vladislav Davidzon is a Ukrainian-American artist, writer, and war correspondent. He is the author of Jews and Ukrainians: The Birth of a Political Nation.
In Response, A Sonnet
︎︎︎ C. Sandbatch
︎ June 6, 2026
Watch hunters draw the elephant to die,
in love with some false woman they have made,
a mask of grace, a mistress-shaped facade,
bright, fatal, dressed beneath a painted eye.
If human wit runs subtler, then, than I
can name in any beast that God has made,
who blames me if I fall upon this blade
and die for you, not forced, but willingly?
Some will condemn me; let them. They have known
no sight of you, no angel in the face,
no sovereign form that alters blood and breath;
nor felt how beauty makes its empire shown,
nor passed beneath her wide imperial grace,
nor loved, nor stood so near a living death.
in love with some false woman they have made,
a mask of grace, a mistress-shaped facade,
bright, fatal, dressed beneath a painted eye.
If human wit runs subtler, then, than I
can name in any beast that God has made,
who blames me if I fall upon this blade
and die for you, not forced, but willingly?
Some will condemn me; let them. They have known
no sight of you, no angel in the face,
no sovereign form that alters blood and breath;
nor felt how beauty makes its empire shown,
nor passed beneath her wide imperial grace,
nor loved, nor stood so near a living death.
Propaganda
︎︎︎ Christopher Hammond
︎ June 5, 2026
You flaunt your taste
like a puppet or
a halftime show.
I try my best
not to poke fun;
I find the urge to be mean,
crass; not very pleasant—
Because you are men,
I do not inform you
of your condition
or of your proximity
to your own demise.
What was it you said?
Oh right… Yes—it was love.
I tell you cocaine’s not all that fun,
but I am lying.
Yes, yes. Love.
like a puppet or
a halftime show.
I try my best
not to poke fun;
I find the urge to be mean,
crass; not very pleasant—
Because you are men,
I do not inform you
of your condition
or of your proximity
to your own demise.
What was it you said?
Oh right… Yes—it was love.
I tell you cocaine’s not all that fun,
but I am lying.
Yes, yes. Love.
Christopher Hammond is a writer from Virginia. He sometimes goes by Chris.
Also by Chris: Saints Hotel
Also by Chris: Saints Hotel
Message
︎︎︎ Dustin Cole
︎ June 4, 2026
Cursor is from the Latin
meaning runner
From the Middle English
meaning running messenger
A horse catches up to
the messenger to stop the message
The mounted messenger
signifies negation
The horse is a real horse
The messengers are real messengers
The cursor on your screen
is a real runner really running
but brought back
by the mounted messenger
to empty silence
with open eyes
The eyes of the messengers
are real eyes
Where they stand
is wide open
meaning runner
From the Middle English
meaning running messenger
A horse catches up to
the messenger to stop the message
The mounted messenger
signifies negation
The horse is a real horse
The messengers are real messengers
The cursor on your screen
is a real runner really running
but brought back
by the mounted messenger
to empty silence
with open eyes
The eyes of the messengers
are real eyes
Where they stand
is wide open