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Brown july 6th, 2020 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1594615365053-PWQ9UZAVUF8P7EFIAZ3W/don%27t+tortue-1200-1200-675-675-crop-000000.jpg poetry 2 poems by Adedayo Agarau july 13th, 2020 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1593130943592-MJ1LGK3C1MI4BERJO0CB/1118full-your-vice-is-a-locked-room-and-only-i-have-the-key-screenshot%2B%25283%2529.jpg poetry Still Here by Erin Cisney june 26th, 2020 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1593130977726-3CO7KQONGUNZWMV61IGT/IMG_8499.jpg poetry 2 poems by Jeremy Boyd july 3rd, 2020 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1593130961532-6H5OXD18IWOM0FX1PR3F/tumblr_ofgedfLQUr1vphwydo9_1280.jpg poetry Pulp by Jasmine Flowers june 29th, 2020 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1592593720993-5F4BRDJ1H591LW63R3ZZ/file_738400_SUSPIRIA-HEADLINE-e1478182772947.jpg poetry raw by Heaven Collins june 22nd, 2020 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1592593702681-DGQR5OXPLS7Y9BDIO0FC/1118full-your-vice-is-a-locked-room-and-only-i-have-the-key-screenshot%2B%25282%2529.jpg poetry Dress me up by Frank G. 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May 8th, 2020 https://www.giallolit.com/beams-aleah-dye daily 0.75 2020-04-24 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1587691480077-7O4NGZQ39EBLJKT7F0UU/IMG_8167.jpg Beams by Aleah Dye - i open like a rose when you flower my neck, your vines and my vines intertwined, a bed of grass below, no one’s looking, we checked, a beautiful thing obscured because it is ours, blooming, sunset, talking to the purple and blue, you’re looking down while i’m looking up, up at blue eyes, my rose, last bit of sun our life giver. last bit of sun our life giver, rosy cheeks, blue eyes reflecting the moon, i’m looking up and so are you, no more purple and blue, dead sunset, bloomed already, this beautiful thing is ours, we checked, no one’s looking but us, bed waiting below, our roots intertwined, i lay out on the sheets while you water my thighs. april 24th, 2020 https://www.giallolit.com/tamagotchi-cemetery-rosie-accola daily 0.75 2020-04-27 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1587941093103-HN8FBYLJYGTD2QXYWIAM/IMG_8179.jpg Rosie Accola - You do not need to assign esoteric meaning to everything. So human with your hubris, certain of the mechanics of this, that those above and those below know we’re trapped inside the house. The final girl in a horror movie, four walls, a roof, I feel like screaming. There’s nowhere to go but ‘round the block with my dog. Cul-de-sacs seem gestural once change starts to subside. An open space, lavender sky, thunderstorms loud like a wound. Our old selves fall asleep on the floor of our closets. legs folded beneath a pair of salt-stained leather boots with scuffed toes shoulders ripping stitches from too-tight blazers I listen to the deer scrape their hooves against the creek bed. Their bodies are lithe and capable, they stand shoulder-to-shoulder, the trust between them is intrinsic. I miss toll roads and mall food courts, the feeling of being somewhere new. Two A.M. buying popcorn at a gas station just outside of Ohio, back in the car our voices volley, sleep heavy. We dig around the same bag of snacks. Our knees touch. The cashier at the thrift store was going to light up a joint, but then we walked in. We tried on some shoes, soft calico dresses. I found an angel tank top from a forgotten Hot Topic. The dressing room was just a curtain on a pole with some christmas lights wrapped around it. Thrift stores know how to feel familiar. Even the name implies that someone sifted through this rack of sweaters before you running their fingertips over crushed velvet skirts that another someone else wore for middle school choir concerts. Familiarity is the best balm for loneliness. A pair of footprints remains on the moon because someone shifted their weight and stepped forward hoping to be the first in a long trail of steps. The present is cavernous. There’s no antidote. https://www.giallolit.com/jesse-s daily 0.75 2020-05-03 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1588473200540-EU3JTSTBRKA6KC3ZOV76/IMG_8141.jpeg jesse s. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1588473270963-4RRNXTDRPIKO7BUP2JOG/IMG_7839.jpg jesse s. - black country my sister is born in another dimension. i don’t know her face, but i wish i did. she peels my skin off and uses it as a sweater, but i cannot keep her warm. she drives across the country, looking for something. my skin says, “it’s not safe” but she ignores me because i have no right to tell her anything anymore. we get lost somewhere in mississippi which is alabama which is georgia. we have family here, but she doesn’t know it. i need to protect her but i can’t; i’m only skin. i’m only flesh. i can’t be honest and she’s not the one who ran away. i begin to dry and flake and realize that i’m losing her. she can take care of herself, i think. then i can’t think anything. i’m dying. i’m already dead. i join my mother’s body deep in the earth. neither dust nor flies bother me. i feel euphoric. she is just a step away, but i am only skin May 4th, 2020 https://www.giallolit.com/the-dagger-vanessa-maki daily 0.75 2020-04-19 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1586740509989-9WM9LC4QC89IUVGKWS53/blood-and-black-lace.jpg the dagger by vanessa maki (Copy) - wild cherry pepsi was on my breath / & desire is almost a ghost now / lingering around without a place to call home / & that’s the dagger isn’t it ? / to want / to desire then to not feel that desire anymore / to have it hover over you while you sleep / to guide you towards reminders / to hold on / to cling tight / without a semblance of reason for yourself / not that desire gives a shit about that / it wants you fall to your knees / like you’re praying for it to be over / & it just has to be / all it’s done is / kill / tear / scratch / claw april 12th, 2020 https://www.giallolit.com/two-poems-elisabeth-horan daily 0.75 2020-04-25 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1587782593339-2V36QUOB7UTQKLWB51CY/IMG_7727.jpg Elisabeth Horan - Epitaph for some. Like me What do I do When the sun is gone. The light I know Slips away In my head things are dark Untenable But I am breathing it seems Parenting, the children. They are alive. Good job for today. Did not run away. Did not hit anyone, nor ruined a life Well, Remains to be seen; when they reach 21, 32, 43 Like me, will they tell their psychiatrist How difficult it was How sick their mother was And how they cannot have normal Relationships with men. Or women. It seems I won’t know this Because by the time they are grown men I will be dead. What do I do When they come in the evening, to Imagine My bones in the ground. How will I say I am sorry? For the pain and fucked up life I provided for them I want to slide into a cool vernal pool Plastic bag taped around my neck The way it sucks in and out Last breaths. The frog eggs comforting me. The Baby eats, orange, no bigger than a Pinkie, eating of me Suckling me. My death will not be mercifully brief Such as this. I want to shake their little shoulders Beg them to see I kept them alive Whilst my brain eaten alive By the very worms I saved. Isn’t that enough for today? https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1587782626294-NJRWRPHB9K0MCC6WCM84/IMG_7844.jpg Elisabeth Horan - I cannot do this without you Tobias Keene, D.D.S. Hailing from Richmond, Virginia, Dr. Tobias Keene brings a bit of unabashed Southern hospitality to all his patients. He moved to Washington, D.C. over thirty years ago as a freshman at Ivy College. Right after graduation, he attended World University’s School of Dentistry. Before opening Keene Dental in 1994, he worked for free clinics and some of the finest practices in the District. He is part of the 123 Dental Association and stays up-to-date on the latest dental discoveries. When not striving to keep his patients happy and healthy, he’s enjoys hiking with his family in Rock Creek Park. https://www.giallolit.com/liz-walker daily 0.75 2020-05-01 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1588364426680-EU0JW8L1DX2A11D54XNU/IMG_8155.jpg Liz Walker - The Burning Plain by Liz Walker If I had gone to work on my day off I could have witnessed Charlize Theron eat a churro and then spit it out Over and over again In what was supposedly Mexico I used to think I would write an existentialist play about the El Paso airport That once you entered it was technically impossible to leave May 1st, 2020 https://www.giallolit.com/prose daily 0.75 2022-10-11 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/e5d441e1-c387-43d2-b85c-d57926a7f2e1/MV5BZDU1NGQ4N2UtNDBjZC00ZjNhLTllOWEtOGFmMTc4MThmYzJiXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMDg3NzE0MQ%40%40._V1_.jpg prose coming soon https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/75cd707a-9a42-485b-a068-71eee8f35a17/cce5e4189596cea93d712f36d71100c6.jpg prose Purgatory by Brooke Henzell october 11th, 2022 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/c2ecfe4c-7719-4d9b-a1a1-af01f531f566/qz1Q1dpIdhR4bbTxiloZTyyIh5A.jpg prose coming soon https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/75e7fa0d-8d6c-4fd3-885a-59c63c25df4b/z8.jpg prose Duck and Run by Josh Dale may 31st, 2022 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1633043702462-D4Z6JC2ED9E3HGFMXOHJ/r1.jpg prose Holy Roller by Abigail Swoboda: flash fiction january 19th, 2021 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1418852a-00ba-4317-823d-205c3e78664f/f7.jpg prose Desert Meal by Tricia Lopez: flash fiction october 1st, 2021 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1609805346887-Y2SOWL2JHONJPCRQE8I7/d.jpg prose Invitations by JR Walsh: prose january 4th, 2020 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1608420341688-DRTVFO4L7B8FR9R38QQZ/l1.jpg prose Through the Waste by Linda McMullen: flash fiction december 19th, 2020 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1605573022985-R3WZA4PQZS826C3AZ5WC/m223.jpg prose Bahujan Autonomous Zone by Ahimaz Ponrasa: flash fiction november 17th, 2020 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1604097399006-U033DODGIKNJ5GOOBSVK/d9.jpg prose The Last Living Dog by Sam Heaps: flash fiction october 30th, 2020 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1603929099838-UBSQW5M7V11HFQ9II7V8/kaylaeason.jpg prose Disorder by Kayla Eason: flash fiction october 28th, 2020 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1603571157766-A8YVPR3HCW2EY8R99C9W/maragertemmabrandl.jpg prose Octopus by Margaret Emma Brandl: flash fiction october 24th, 2020 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1598561151839-TZZ36AJJ77E6AOLZIO1B/IMG_8109.jpg prose the night novarro by Monique Quintana: creative non-fiction august 27th, 2020 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1603235899032-3O4B0SABNYIAO4YZGE8L/DontTortureADuckling1.jpg prose twinge of the death nerve by Kristiane Weeks-Rogers: essay october 20th, 2020 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1601949732988-C84CMEVBIXA5EEYM5QNL/emelia.jpg prose Shantoné, 62, talks about rude time by Emelia Steenekamp: flash fiction october 6th, 2020 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1593130280357-7DUZN649XU9NFTFKLECY/IMG_7768.jpg prose snapshots by Corey Qureshi: creative non-fiction may 11th, 2020 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1593130362900-1SU1AS8BV25KUOK9GLGF/IMG_8114.jpg prose She’s in Parties by Mileva Anastasiadou: flash fiction july 1st, 2020 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1593130306410-2JIWLNBXF2IYEIJYYY93/unnamed1111122222.png prose Memories of an Unnamed Hill by Satya Gummuluri: essay may 25th, 2020 https://www.giallolit.com/corey-qureshi daily 0.75 2020-05-10 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1589145531240-ZKQW6MA93USRDGMRS5P1/20140301_Trade-151_0124-copy.jpg Corey Qureshi - snapshots by Corey Qureshi overcast skool day waves tickle tan toes. theirs’re bluish, pale in the early autumn sand wet on our bare feet walking thru the unpaved, dusty neighborhood. one time the girl my age brought me to a clubhouse in the dunes to show me all the magazines and yugioh cards stashed there. her older brother showed up asking questions annoyed that i’m there, trying to get me to play the “boy game” — throwing pebbles at each other which turns into a stone gashing his knee. he’s chasing after me laughing at my apology, trying to smack me with a rusty shovel, while i’m running it catches the back of my ankle. i shout every curse at them i know, limping home and ignoring sorry’s. another day he invites me into his house to trade and play a few rounds of cards. thru the closed window haze of cigarettes his mom looks at me funny, handing him snacks and walking off. a couple minutes later he gets a text on his razr (i’m v jealous + phoneless), says i have to go cause he has homework. the mom is staring from the window when i look back while walking away. are u a terrorist? they ask me while we’re all sitting in the sand. no. how could i be? your dad’s a muslim, right? yeah, so? my mom told me all muslims hate america. that’s a lie… so my mom’s lying? no, but she’s not right either! the main one who’s name i never knew, his sister and the other boy stand and walk far off down the beach from me. we’re sent home from school early cause of hurricane warnings. within two hours of the bus bringing me back to the island i’m packed to cross the bridge and spend a few nites with family elsewhere. the storm hit bad, even in nice neighborhoods trees lay wasted by lightning blocking roads off. back in ortley, long puddle ponds populate the streets with debris and small dead things. the sand near the water is covered in dead fish, turtles, jellyfish, sea garbage. i see the dune clubhouse sitting there all fucked up and smile to myself. i get off the bus. hey, come over here! he calls to me, standing to the side of the biggest (and only actual) house around with a few older kids. wanna see something? what is it? i ask as we circle the place. around back the yard is a torn up pit of dirt. a small bit of the fence for the underside of the house is ripped open into a deep darkness. eddie lost his cat down there earlier, but no one here’s small enough to get under the house. think you can take a look? a tall buzzheaded boy in a shirt 3 sizes too big asks with a grin. i don’t know, it looks real dirty and dark… my “friend” grabs me by the back of my shirt and shorts as i’m crouched over looking in, lightly picking me off the ground and pretending to chuck me under. get the fuck off of me i snap, standing and dusting sand off my clothes. hey what’s up with your boy, charlie? eddie asks. i thought you said he was gonna do it… charlie turns from them to me — i don’t know but he’s being a real pussy. what’s wrong with you? i’m asked. you can’t make me do things. we need your help, eddie says. but you’re such a pussy, just forget it. yeah, charlie says. a real bitch. you gay or something? oh man you didn’t say he was a faggot, eddie says, starts laughing. this wasn’t the first time someone said this at me. always wounds the same way. you two smell like shit and look pink like pigs when you stand the sun! i kick sand at them and run as they try tackling me. from there, i go back to our place and spend the rest of the schoolyear watching the same three sitcoms and climbing the tree in the front yard. https://www.giallolit.com/interview-vanessa-maki daily 0.75 2020-04-25 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1587774914859-IYD9H0QP356ULCAK5ZCL/IMG_8200.jpg interview with Vanessa Maki - a conversation with vanessa maki Q: Your upcoming chapbook, “another final girl” refers to the slasher movie trope of the last surviving girl. What influence does the slasher genre have on this collection, and on your writing in general? A: This is a really great question! Throughout the chapbook are references of what commonly happens in slashers (running, trying to escape your killer ect). Not to mention the direct mentions of Michael (Myers). With my writing, more specifically poetry, I’m frequently using horror elements/dark subject matter. Q: What’s always bothers me about the final girl trope is that it’s oversimplified and incomplete (as all tropes are!). The implication is that she might be a little stronger, more rugged, but she’ll get to resume her normal life, which obviously isn’t the case for anyone who undergoes trauma. In “erin reminds me that surviving is continual” I feel like you’re touching on this a little when you refer to surviving as a battle that never ends - that there’s no “finality” in being a final girl. A: I highly dislike that oversimplification as well, it does no service to the reality of trauma. Some movies do better with the trope than others. For example SCRE4M proved how surviving is something that’s lifelong. That trauma isn’t something that be scraped under the rug. Q: You released another chapbook earlier this year, “the chosen one” which was Buffy-themed - does another final girl feel like kind of a natural continuation of that, or an entirely separate undertaking? A: It’s definitely an entirely separate undertaking and hopefully it registers that way for people. Q: How long have you been writing poetry? For me, there was a several year gap between when I started taking poetry seriously and when I learned that the indie publishing world was even something that existed. Was it like that for you, or did it happen more seamlessly? A: I’ve definitely been writing poetry since I was a teenager. Though my work is so much better now than it was then. As far as the publishing world, I relatively knew it existed but I didn’t entirely explore it until some point in 2017. Q: You’ve both self-published chapbooks and released them through presses. What do you feel are the pros and cons of each? A: From my experiences, self-publishing can be so tricky/tiresome. There’s so much work that goes into promotion and assembling the chapbooks by yourself. But, you have more control in regards to your work + how it’s put out there. So that’s a major pro for self-publishing. Meanwhile working with a press that wants to support marginalized voices, does well by their authors ect is a totally separate experience. With the chosen one I got lucky that Animal Heart Press is run well and they treat their authors properly. Unfortunately with decayed state (which I’ve now scrapped as the result of a shitty experience), that was my own personal experience with a poorly managed space, run by someone who pulled shady shit. So a con for publishing with a press is the possibility of a shitty experience/possibly having your chapbook be stripped of your vision. Q: What’s your favorite Buffy season? Or episode? A: One of my top favorite seasons is 6 ! Q: The last question of every interview is always “so what do you have coming up next?”, which I hate, both because it’s a cliche and because I’m anti-productivity cults, but you have mentioned on Twitter that you’re working on a horror novel - any hints on what kind of subject matter or themes we might see there? A: The subject matter falls somewhat in line with Get Out, that’s the simplest way to describe it without giving too much away in these early stages. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1587775344926-2G02215LHLDHR1UVYDJR/IMG_8177.jpg interview with Vanessa Maki - WWLSDWWLSD (what would laurie strode do?) insomnia often has me by the throat she shows no mercy when she flips the script between sleeping too much or not sleeping enough. & i’m struggling with myself in the early hours of the morning licking my self-inflicted wounds & other wounds wondering what the hell i should do next. how is it that trauma can crawl on top of me at any time? leaving its stink on my clothes & skin what would Laurie Strode do? probably drink til she can’t think anymore keep herself locked up tight in her home or shoot mannequins on her property. she’d probably tell me to stay away from everyone lock myself in my room to escape & hide from my own personal Boogeyman my own Michael Meyers https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1587775218322-G26CB2HHIXQB71LL2U3M/IMG_8174.jpg interview with Vanessa Maki - bleed between my legs, i bleed / in my dreams, i bleed / when i try to love, i bleed / one way or another /the final girl always bleeds / & we wipe the blood off our skin / we clean ourselves up / make ourselves smile picture fuckin’ perfect / so we can be poster girls for survival / the glimmering example for other girls / but the problem in that is / we’re already dead inside / pretending that we’re not / & it just shows / how no one is worrying / about the aftermath for the final girl / they just wonder how we get out alive https://www.giallolit.com/tom-snarsky daily 0.75 2020-05-17 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1589744803365-O58SXZKKC58OW8MXKLGN/IMG_8458.jpg Tom Snarsky https://www.giallolit.com/kailey-tedesco daily 0.75 2020-05-15 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1589504314409-XEWAJBC2YJI0WUNTIRTA/IMG_7841.jpg Kailey Tedesco it’s the dream again where i fall asleep & never wake up the fun house ride with no tram-car ending, with the birthday party & the birthday party & the birthday party all my candles collecting dust— their own cult ritual. even my ectoplasm glosses me & what do you know about getting soaked? about shattering light over your mother’s favorite carpet? about the drowning / the dream itself? it was pretty-pretty before i emerged, bagged fish-sheer, 60’s technicolor, a prom in two pieces, & blood at the corners of my mouth. i exist now as a vessel for a barber blade snuck in the bustle of my dresses & whosoever traipsed drunk up the god-mountain remembers how i lived wearing a crucifix & how i found stones with holes for looking at the bad things. my canker sores heal trystwards, treasure palaces full of faux coins & rubies i place in my brain-box labelled news. i’m awake now, i think someone once told me. it’s a story we like to pass around, a moist-germ, its own kind of birth. may 15th, 2020 https://www.giallolit.com/thomas-tilton daily 0.75 2020-08-11 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1589950025837-4KBEMXRELU7UXP0RRHYF/IMG_8503.jpeg Thomas Tilton - ropeburn all the colors of the dark https://www.giallolit.com/frank-kariosis daily 0.75 2020-06-19 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1592594073998-CQ6P7AIDIIKSAF6ZTD0Z/1118full-your-vice-is-a-locked-room-and-only-i-have-the-key-screenshot+%282%29.jpg Frank Kariosis - I want to be played by Uma Therman dressed in a silver dress falling from her pungent shoulders down to the floor viscous in the key of champagne. Let her thumb stick out as it used to in hitchhiking for Robins; she might ask to not have to do her hair in a bob for the fifty-first time but the director https://www.giallolit.com/kristin-garth daily 0.75 2020-05-22 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1590163738386-BVDRERDKRSTDYTP8JTU0/IMG_8102.jpg Kristin Garth - A fortunate man has much to protect — the thousands of wings in his imported hives Even his offspring are often suspect two other dependents he keeps alive. A fortunate man has much work to do inside of the frames of facsimile bee box, collected insects he accrues — miniature home where he would rather be. https://www.giallolit.com/alexandre-ferrere daily 0.75 2020-05-29 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1590710319654-137M735AX32C31YNTX4R/bloodandblacklace_giallo_top10films.jpg Alexandre Ferrere - Legs crossed, edge of bed, red hot & white sheets (hanging bulbs are naked too). There’s an invisible man by the window, breathing violently in the leaves, caressing terracotta tiles under which it sounds like sighs. The room is sprinkled with furniture, curtains are half| |open; living hell of love, lava of saliva, alone in the crowd flooded by animals—- https://www.giallolit.com/milena-bee daily 0.75 2020-06-17 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1592423700434-Z37QELGXDKFB555CR3T6/IMG_8662.jpg Milena Bee https://www.giallolit.com/heaven-collins daily 0.75 2020-06-22 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1592263516330-74Z5VCCJI5CQMWPZI5SH/file_738400_SUSPIRIA-HEADLINE-e1478182772947.jpg Heaven Collins - walking into the grocer all i see is red. it stains the meat department, the produce, the paper products aisle. there is red surrounding me. i’m becoming suffocated. when we go home, everything is still red. my mom slices eight pounds of ground beef into portions for our meals. she always calls it hamburger. all i can see is the red juice collecting at the bottom of the white styrofoam. https://www.giallolit.com/hazel-avery daily 0.75 2020-06-24 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1592264121992-VUXOU9E5PTCO8QGKXN65/IMG_8288.jpeg hazel avery Section ..iv.. concerning WOMEN stones with special attention paid to the earth & moon & desire’s movements https://www.giallolit.com/satya-gummuluri daily 0.75 2020-05-24 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1590360422056-14VL1WB8AFND0B962JEP/image3.png Satya Gummuluri Approaching the city and the hill on a Harbour Line local train over the Vashi bridge https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1590360656857-JJP5SD9D4R7ZGOMYRV0G/unnamed.jpg Satya Gummuluri https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1590360952626-IVM5PZCOBSAEL1T4IOGW/unnamed+%281%29.jpg Satya Gummuluri https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1590360991410-S5K4V4JH08N9BPGSLFUQ/unnamed1111122222.png Satya Gummuluri https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1590361380886-CNEBX8UU2EE3KK7PY9YV/unnamed+%282%29.jpg Satya Gummuluri Bombay Islands, 1983 (Wikipedia) https://www.giallolit.com/mileva-anastasiadou daily 0.75 2020-06-25 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1593048834977-UAXX8P7LJ1MLML2UVEVU/IMG_8114.jpg She's in Parties https://www.giallolit.com/ace-boggess daily 0.75 2020-06-15 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1592189297424-QCKNZIOEKJJOGQJXA701/IMG_8177.jpg Ace Boggess - Statewide Lockdown, Day Twenty-Eight by Ace Boggess Full cycle of the moon we’ve been at this in West Virginia, some states longer, others not enough. Four weeks, twenty-eight days, six hundred & seventy-two hours (give or take) of hiding, sheltering out of rational fear of infection. Not much compared to four hundred & twenty thousand hours of preferring not because the world exists, & people in it with emotions, judgments, looks, words, but I never kept worries of death in the anxiety pocket of my cargo pants. I shiver as if a copperhead nests under my bed. I can’t see it— mean, vigilant. Kroger’s has deadly scorpions loose, ignoring arrows, skittering down the aisles. The pharmacy shoots darts tipped with tree-frog poison. Even my girlfriend, who never leaves her apartment, births black widows on her tongue. It could be true, could be not. I don’t believe it, do. Twenty-eight days of walking past graveyards at night, alone except for the whispers. I had to use a calculator to write this poem. There were other numbers I could’ve chosen: days in prison, days on drugs & off. I stopped because I couldn’t figure out how to enter dread plus dread & get a sum. Numbers can be negative, irrational, or an infinite string after the decimal. I choose my numbers carefully: forty-two thousand dead, twenty-six of them here. So far, I’m not one of them. One: the number of tries it takes to get that wrong. June 15th, 2020 https://www.giallolit.com/erin-cisney daily 0.75 2020-06-26 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1593047217890-FLRHNM8TV8V07ABLXQAK/1118full-your-vice-is-a-locked-room-and-only-i-have-the-key-screenshot+%283%29.jpg Erin Cisney - coiled up like snakes in a february nest, the afternoon sun lighting up your scales and a blank hotel room I’m heavily medicated, thinking about chemistry while fading in white sheets the tv remote, dead in my loose fingers sometimes I imagine the earth opening like a hungry mouth and swallowing me, only me, and life goes on as if I had never existed https://www.giallolit.com/jasmine-flowers daily 0.75 2020-06-25 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1593047545179-P6ELO7262RSQIBOHCNWL/tumblr_ofgedfLQUr1vphwydo9_1280.jpg Jasmine Flowers - June, an overripe plum squished inside a hand Juice licks my pinkie while the sun reheats my skin. Dirt & sweat mercury my forehead. A blue rocking horse watches with one eye. https://www.giallolit.com/a-martine daily 0.75 2020-07-13 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1594411563171-5XH9FACTFM3N6OMF4PJR/IMG_8112.jpg A. Martine In Slow Burn Fashion https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1594411137905-UG76H6ONHNE84TIFH4LH/edwige-1-620x278.png A. Martine Future Self Will Thank You For This https://www.giallolit.com/lilia-marie-ellis daily 0.75 2020-07-21 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1595304345270-0G526RY4W99I39ONXRNM/IMG_8492.jpeg Lilia Marie Ellis - nightmare and interpretations 1 I didn’t see the glass breaking but nonetheless I was falling we all were too fast to realize we might even survive and when we landed Joe Biden was there shouting he’d save us but I thought maybe he didn’t mean from this crisis but from the crime of existing near one another and anyway I suspect it was his fault one way or another so while I was falling I counted names and wondered how strange it was we ever gave them and Joe died (off-screen I didn’t know another storm of glass and gravity) clouds rolled in he’d promised to keep us safe I thought fuck him even though we weren’t dead just hurting at his funeral (Joe’s) which took place at the end of the world he gave his own eulogy as lungs from the casket something about how you can do whatever your heart is set to believe in the way your self separates from its corpse and leaves behind I don’t know how it ended (the speech) because another interruption another splintering down we fell https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1595304903427-L9STV2GJEAJP3C89C92N/Tenebrae-1982-Greatest-Giallo-Films-1024x551.jpg Lilia Marie Ellis https://www.giallolit.com/jeremy-boyd daily 0.75 2020-07-03 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1593808800867-EBKMYV20533ZA90LOMG5/IMG_8502.jpeg Jeremy Boyd - spiral up thought Ellen was an alien capable of healing and punishing https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1593808832472-HKHLGL2FDAY11J0RM98C/IMG_8499.jpeg Jeremy Boyd https://www.giallolit.com/emma-alexandrov daily 0.75 2020-07-23 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1595466469563-3NGV3U5XD40A0K764DLB/ERGVJHkWoAAC7nD.jpg Emma Alexandrov Home Supper for One by Emma Alexandrov https://www.giallolit.com/darren-c-demaree daily 0.75 2020-07-28 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1595897202521-15M5B631O12BT0A37YGS/tumblr_p3ujzlYXJV1qmemvwo3_r1_1280.jpg Darren C. Demaree - The melt-core of history thrives outside of the cathedral of Emily & yet, does Italy even exist if I never give up the gravity https://www.giallolit.com/serena-piccoli daily 0.75 2020-08-04 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1596558181275-35QTFYA36LMFIMVWICHJ/unnamed+%286%29.jpg Serena Piccoli . . . https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1596558277795-D5VELWXWZXGAQ8H5FI9N/b28ed7731a614a43ba4c9bce1d988f73.jpg Serena Piccoli IT’S HONEY, DARLING! https://www.giallolit.com/henry-brown daily 0.75 2020-07-06 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1594062587960-VQAG34O2HP1GIQTYHDN6/IMG_8159.jpg untitled quatrain by Henry D. Brown https://www.giallolit.com/trina-young daily 0.75 2020-07-29 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1596065023709-AHPDXABTIMZQRNA1MRVR/IMG_8142.jpeg Trina Young Stephen King Fantasy In Which I’m Much More Than The Magical Negro https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1596064886808-Q8779AVYY5VYXS1W80AS/IMG_8479.jpeg Trina Young The Room of Tiny Tenderness https://www.giallolit.com/preston-smith daily 0.75 2020-08-11 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1597103633293-JZUC794IPYVCGNZLVO4Z/IMG_8511.jpeg Preston Smith - While she inhabits the world, so does the Holy Roman Empire Songs from the Aether: a collective conscious She curates memory, bootsteps on crass cobblestone https://www.giallolit.com/nawaal-k daily 0.75 2020-07-17 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1594944310773-IE732XGTYMGCZQMZG4XP/bloodandblacklace-1.jpg Nawaal K - There’s a ghost in my swimming pool. No really - I’m not lying. Except when I say ghost I really mean I found another one of your bobby pins sticking out of the drain. https://www.giallolit.com/lisa-marie-basile daily 0.75 2020-08-06 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1596734024781-OMS3F1M0ULLTFJBSMK3L/IMG_8510.jpeg Lisa Marie Basile https://www.giallolit.com/adedayo-agarau daily 0.75 2020-07-13 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1594614267138-XFWW4S86FAVN7OB2ZHKI/don%27t+tortue-1200-1200-675-675-crop-000000.jpg Adedayo the boy’s body as an asylum party https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1594615220099-8AFIXFIZUKRD37J87JSB/unnamed+%287%29.jpg Adedayo aunty shaggy asks me about asylum chapel https://www.giallolit.com/natasha-king daily 0.75 2020-08-13 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1597289417123-AWBZYKM2I09BEJT0JH46/lizard-in-a-womans-skin-fi.jpg Natasha King amphibious rulers on the eve of revolution https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1597289980506-XAMIP80Z5CJWOK66E4SL/IMG_8160.jpg Natasha King ceiling ghost https://www.giallolit.com/anisha-narain daily 0.75 2020-08-21 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1598030907299-BIMLZD6RS2VL6LLRIMTS/IMG_8170.jpg Anisha Nahrain I Can Only Sleep On One Side Of The Bed by Anisha Narain https://www.giallolit.com/jessie-janeshek daily 0.75 2020-08-18 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1597721652696-XV0JQWZM93ZCN6ZN8X2P/giallo11.jpg Jessie Janeshk https://www.giallolit.com/meghan-malachi daily 0.75 2020-08-24 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1598306161363-VPRV4B5KAH86STWCWEHF/IMG_8195.jpg Meghan Malachi Search Engines Remind Me I Am Not Alone by Meghan Malachi https://www.giallolit.com/monique-quintana daily 0.75 2020-08-27 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1598560960527-S7GT9TU9ALI9XC4E4N2I/blood-and-black-lace-4.jpg Monique Quintana the night show novarro by Monique Quintana https://www.giallolit.com/stephanie-athena-valente daily 0.75 2020-09-01 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1598924750492-ZVG2678QB0H7I83YN28H/IMG_8481.jpeg Spell: Sleep Cure by Stephanie Athena Valente - note: insomnia is not a prerequisite, but you can imagine 1. float past binary stars, missing rip chords https://www.giallolit.com/morgan-boyer daily 0.75 2020-09-24 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1600982735839-74F4QXJ669V9NL0565T9/958113-39730-clp-720.jpg Morgan Boyer - I lied on the towel from the National Museum of Crime & Punishment my calves aching to even move let alone bend from 7.5 hours of: Do you have a Kuhn’s card? Remember to tell them their total before handing them their receipt Like the vengeful Goddess of Tide Pod coupons is going to strike me down if I don’t tell them that they spent $74.56 on a 4th of July BBQ before handing them a piece of paper only for them to crumble up & throw away like a disgruntled third-grader angry at his 7/20 weekly spelling test score. https://www.giallolit.com/alison-zheng daily 0.75 2020-09-15 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1600133853626-EP0DVE93G98WSQP8PC50/IMG_8173.jpg Alison Zheng God in the form of three midwives https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1600133699987-URCEKZAHP8980SIJLZNH/DeepRed.jpg Alison Zheng Grandma Made a Noose https://www.giallolit.com/jay-miller daily 0.75 2020-09-03 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1599093788621-M6J0RC366J2RM1ALF711/925full-deep-red-screenshot.jpg Jay Miller We sort of forgot about our dream to some day visit New York by Jay Miller To Patrycja https://www.giallolit.com/wanda-deglane daily 0.75 2020-09-10 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1599696866341-U7E63YE5MO5GEE4JZKZY/yvialraoihtk_600.jpg Wanda Deglane - there’s a coral reef in my bedroom, sharp things flying in through the window. my hair the mousetrap and the gutters, my skin tries to remember how to be skin. i ache. i lung. i wormhole. i hold yesterday in the minutes between my fingers, the grape juice between my synapses. i am warpath burning slow to the bone. crawl my face back onto this skull, eyes dipped in gasoline. you say i was supposed to leave half an hour ago. you stretch hurry into eight syllables and i remind myself to be impressed tomorrow. i remind myself of jewel beetle legs and girls in bicycle lanes and moons made of balled-up taco bell napkins. i burst into rooms like a half-drowned toddler and everyone is staring. i say don’t worry these eyebags are prada and stuff all my clocks inside. the minute hand sneezes six times in a row and no one says bless you. the hour hand has fallen in love with the sun. september 10th, 2020 https://www.giallolit.com/nick-rossi daily 0.75 2020-09-08 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1599585594121-7K61Z1OZ50WVICK4MK0I/IMG_8508.jpeg Nick Rossi - hanging in the hall of my parents’ house but there used to be a half bust of Mary above their headboard when I was a kid. Having learned religion from story cards, that always creeped me out. Ghost white porcelain face floating above their bed, eyes pupilless and blank. Deeply scary the way only Catholic iconography can be. The crucifix taught me the body is soft and implicitly shameful, but also valuable as a sacrifice. My father’s hands, the same lesson. A couple years after his confirmation, a company mower severed his pinky finger off at the palm. Decades later, a bare press roller stripped the skin tip from the pointer on the same hand. Carpal tunnel stiffened the rest. Guess it’s good there’s no prayer except to payday, no worship but in work. Even after all this scarred flesh, I became even more devout than my dad, my faith blind and honest and wrapped up in self fulfilling prophecy, in some stoic bullshit. Definition through denial, never much more than a salve, something soft offered as the other hand clasps nails. The carrot, the stick, the treadmill. I chase them less with every passing shift. I am becoming less infatuated with my own mythology. https://www.giallolit.com/barracuda-guarisco daily 0.75 2020-09-28 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1601324938660-DJZ015KMXYVIHXIO5ZX0/yourvice523.jpg 2 poems by Barracuda Guarisco - the tea is bitter I’m sipping headaches a response connected with a concealed IPA glucked beneath the v point of two bridges it’s a brisk block away from the apartment my appreciation of water more bizarre than the families exercising squats on the steps beside me, we have a backhand I just witnessed across the lake https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1601324857171-H3Z84AZGLGVIGW8N2LS2/profondorosso3.png 2 poems by Barracuda Guarisco https://www.giallolit.com/dani-smotrich-barr daily 0.75 2020-09-17 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1600306368568-R7DKQ4AS0XDEMFXF6DKW/9bIbK74QIJ7wD1lPhnvUKdbYM0p-1366x445.jpg https://www.giallolit.com/nick-rossi - It seemed that once born a body could never be un-done like a sentence, never tripped time the way you could fuck a tense in messy indecision, turn words inwards, as worlds, as if some swerve could happen there. I thought it was hot how you could hide something in a clause. I was looking for a teacher, or some stockpile of sentences, pushed up against the heaviness of time. september 17th, 2020 https://www.giallolit.com/noreen-ocampo daily 0.75 2020-09-22 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1600736367851-OW7L44X5L12UFB5NLK45/vlcsnap-2014-02-28-13h38m54s99.png Noreen Ocampo - Tortoise shatters underfoot as I dart from the fable, Father’s myths dead in my ears. I chase myself in circles, stumble blindly into soot with steps foolish, unstable. I morph into my worst fears, and mirrors cackle, curdle. The feet ask how many years they must remain so purpled. https://www.giallolit.com/praise-osawaru daily 0.75 2020-10-01 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1601512320772-X8E5EMRTJPINN8FXL9S5/560x315mv.jpg Praise Osawaru https://www.giallolit.com/mariah-freire daily 0.75 2020-10-26 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1603670690617-BK785PX1BYFONW8CPB36/efreiere.jpeg About 5 how many ghosts inhabit this land? too many to https://www.giallolit.com/sam-heaps daily 0.75 2020-10-30 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1604094923165-27EJECS5WZEJSHAL77E2/IMG_8172.jpg Sam Heaps https://www.giallolit.com/kristiane-weeks-rogers daily 0.75 2020-10-20 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1603235781933-TEMZE7R4MKK5M0V9LA1B/DontTortureADuckling1.jpg Kristiane Weeks-Rogers https://www.giallolit.com/matthew-burnside daily 0.75 2020-10-26 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1603671453687-2U6AT6JYC1G4HEY8WSGZ/IMG_8120.jpg Matthew Burnside https://www.giallolit.com/gale-acuff daily 0.75 2020-10-30 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1604016753029-JAVHVW4RPBF9TY098AHF/best_italian_horror_movies.jpg Gal Acuff https://www.giallolit.com/olaitan-humble daily 0.75 2020-10-22 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1603411138686-H5VS7PMOEP3ZTMZNY1S1/bumble.jpg Olta - Since forever ago, I found perfection sitting cozily on your palms. Lines run their course throughout the annals of our ages with varying intersections & overlays. As a songbird eschews the tumults of the mute, you watch with such vivacity. . . & from a bivy far away, I find myself scattered in between the letters of your name. https://www.giallolit.com/margaret-emma-brandl daily 0.75 2020-10-24 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1603570837280-MAGXOLMLD4RL1TXDMS3Z/maragertemmabrandl.jpg About 5 https://www.giallolit.com/emelia-steenekamp daily 0.75 2020-10-06 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1601948462007-UY9X59LEOFHO581ZDAI6/fedd16ae8b739b459f2bb8583c4a17cd.jpg Emelia Steenekamp https://www.giallolit.com/laura-carter daily 0.75 2020-10-12 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1602545880501-6JJES06JKXO40JBH65JN/26df33e866006cbf250ef1e76098f7a1_3x3.jpg Laura Carter - I say a thing & then pretend to fall back like looking for a horse where there once was nothing & looking for an animal plasticity or the feeling of a disaster x’d out of the margins by me & then centered & then removed a stem & then a list & then removed a black list You are beautiful & I don’t know but because you know I think I can & wasn’t that shoegazing what the world was doing? Every little leaf pretends to find a limit before dusk hits the palm of us when us means that no one or Odysseus is moving when us means that the only way to remember what the world says is so obvious is to turn into the season or simply to turn around where all of the good things are. https://www.giallolit.com/emilia-hamra daily 0.75 2020-10-25 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1603668689336-PJPNZ2LFZ5BPSN9NE9JC/featured-solange-1200x520.jpg Emilia Hamra https://www.giallolit.com/kayla-eason daily 0.75 2020-10-28 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1603672638498-FYAVHYFKOYH2KOBB01KF/20126-2.jpg Kayla Eason https://www.giallolit.com/anthony-aguero daily 0.75 2020-10-15 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1602720266947-P2SJFDRGMVLPP81H1LCC/aguerrr000.jpg Anthony Aguero - The Moment Leading Up to My Dad Chasing Me Out the House with a Machete Now I am not saying he’s a bad man, But there was sweat pouring out his eyes, And he had pennies in the cracks between His teeth and I wanted them all. Maybe I have a bad attitude, but This is a love poem of sorts. The smell of meth seeping out the pores Is probably what I’m remembering. Or, his body, as the start of a song. Maybe I have a bad memory, But there was a ghost resting alongside His body strumming his hair. This is my first idea of intimacy: His body strumming his hair. Maybe I’m telling the story wrong. His body smelled like pennies, And the ghosts were everywhere Waiting on his body to move. Or, his body, as the start of a song As he sifts through his come-down. O, you painful man And how you ready your weapons. Now I am not saying he’s a bad man. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1602720164392-O3KSILCCVXEQ08TEAIDN/anthonyaguero.jpg Anthony Aguero https://www.giallolit.com/jack-bedell daily 0.75 2020-10-31 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1604183490722-1SGZNK5AROMA2QX8P371/z10.png Jack Bedell https://www.giallolit.com/breia-gore daily 0.75 2020-10-07 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1602113061111-X8MAFGUJQ6OAPCVYU00S/5152topBloo.jpg Breia Gore WATER https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1602113228443-65CDH7T86FEQHTSJ3KOQ/BREIA.png Breia Gore THERE ARE NO CHILDHOOD MEMORIES IN MY BRAIN, ONLY SCREENCAPS THAT LOOK LIKE HORROR MOVIE STILLS IN A VIEWMASTER https://www.giallolit.com/aaron-sandberg daily 0.75 2020-11-03 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1604361656607-BSYYIKG0U3JZ641UE4NB/h2.jpg Aaron Sandberg - I asked him what it was like. He said he was an eagle— gliding over houses and yards— looking for small dogs to snatch. 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This is an actual photo of her. https://www.giallolit.com/morgan-mullings daily 0.75 2021-07-22 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1626983898267-2N40908PSTFNAW5MN1J0/d5.jpg two poems by Morgan Mullings https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1626983504640-DF7SE96KLSIZZ268ZOBU/b3.jpg two poems by Morgan Mullings lover as brick & mortar you’ve taken to pouring cement down my throat left my tonsils at a standstill the gap between my front teeth, the one you swore was my only imperfection, is finally filled my stomach is once again swollen near to bursting in how you feed me now you etch in that i’m nothing without you in the wet clay and declare i am ready for the kiln display me above your mantle stone and still and silent https://www.giallolit.com/about-5 daily 0.75 2021-07-22 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5ec321c2af33de48734cc929/1589847922235-4M2PA8TEMZ0UO0K5O366/image-asset.jpeg About 5 https://www.giallolit.com/about-3 daily 0.75 2021-07-22 https://www.giallolit.com/tricia-lopez daily 0.75 2021-10-01 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1633043058645-0U3SNNSL4GP7HQ0LR273/f7.jpg Tricia Lopez https://www.giallolit.com/emerald-liu daily 0.75 2021-10-26 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1635201267790-HFUX4LSPN629771VCNJB/IMG_4419.jpeg Emerald Liu https://www.giallolit.com/erin-mckay daily 0.75 2021-10-26 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1635287507391-VX6QH7HZFYTGDAVBW5CR/d7.jpg equal and opposite by Erin McKay https://www.giallolit.com/lucia-gallipoli daily 0.75 2021-10-26 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/1635201858677-PYBLOQQVKTTKA2LQQO0H/d8.jpg Lucia Gallipoli https://www.giallolit.com/sunday-t-saheed daily 0.75 2021-12-13 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/afb7de72-1c5c-4077-bcc2-7ec171608da0/s7.png Cul-de-sac by Sunday T. Saheed https://www.giallolit.com/francesca-tangreti daily 0.75 2021-12-13 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/c1f6b857-ad14-43b8-aba3-9d51bb0651aa/f9.jpg Francesca Tangreti I bear a Sysiphean curse, blood Red in color, a pomegranate artery, missing seeds are Teeth bared like October corn or else a Knuckle sandwich fit to feed two dozen, I bear a Curse, I love, I love, I always love first. Most and last, longest and worst. Hi, you say. I love you. How are you? Good, I love you. I am a jam jar, all I hold is saccharine but smushed, take and Eat like I am Christ Messiah savior-maker and good-giver, I love you. Isn’t that your prophet? Is it Love, that Tinker-Bell shake of glitter Potent enough to skim the ceiling fan? I bear a curse, a brutal curse, and You, and you, and you, and you, and you, Hi, I love you, you know I love you. Love is the bird cage and I am The song, unsung. I meet you. I love you. I see you. I love you. I am cupped palms: a miracle of tenderness. You are pursed lips: take me up, take me down, let me curl in the Dust-streaked bowel of your body, the place Grace goes to die. Let me find it and make a plot, let you Be last. Hi, I love you. I bear a curse. https://www.giallolit.com/jessica-lauffer daily 0.75 2021-12-22 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5e6ea7bd3a89bb08410b74fb/aabc05d3-898b-425d-aeb2-c01fb86e4439/c1.jpg Drive by Jessica Lauffer The book you gave me from your mother smells like moth balls. I keep smashing my thumbs into the spell that’s been cast. There’s a direct communication line between our congruous hearts. We keep busting everything up. I wore a crushed velvet pink one of those last times, stared into a mirror wishing I felt like I belonged to you. We can’t get ice cream any more even though I watched you eat spoonfuls off my ass. I’ve been learning that magic works and that you are lost from me. But I feel you reaching into the dark, bashfully groping me. Like guilty adults we drive hard into each other on a balcony, bent over to enjoy blackened cityscapes. 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I am an edible testimony. Ring-necked pheasant with the goblin eye I let it in. There is only engulfment. Moving like a heated spider against a glittering uvula. Words that pull your mouth out, dribbling oh heaving oh sighing oh it A My Gods cry pink plastic bricks of silence in a room of spent air. 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