Genevieve Pfeiffer is the executive editor of Anomaly, an international journal of literature and art. She teaches literature at Westchester Community College and Pace University, and has facilitated workshops with both young children, and incarcerated women. Pfeiffer has been the writer in residence at The Platte-Clove Preserve and The Mall of Found. Recently, she was selected to participate in The Home School conference. Her work has been published in journals that include So to Speak: feminism + language + art, Crack the Spine, Stone Canoe, BlazeVox, and The Write Room. Genevieve is grateful for trees.
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Poems to Read Alongside the Major Arcana Tarot Cards
Joanna C. Valente is a human who lives in Brooklyn, New York. They are the author of Sirs & Madams (Aldrich Press, 2014),The Gods Are Dead (Deadly Chaps Press, 2015), Marys of the Sea (Operating System, 2017), Sexting Ghosts (Unknown Press, 2018), Xenos (Agape Editions, 2016), and the editor of A Shadow Map: Writing by Survivors of Sexual Assault (CCM, 2017). They received their MFA in writing at Sarah Lawrence College. Joanna is the founder of Yes Poetry and the managing editor for Luna Luna Magazine. Some of their writing has appeared in Brooklyn Magazine, Prelude, BUST, Spork Press, and elsewhere. Joanna also leads workshops at Brooklyn Poets. joannavalente.com / Twitter: @joannasaid / IG: joannacvalente
3 Poems by Paul Aster Stone
BY PAUL ASTER STONE
there a flesh drips
porous wax
eyes falling into a landscape
of disintegrating ash dark green.
a hand extends itself from the looming
of a silent face creased down the middle.
was there something ever like a sweet
whispering or
is the meeting between two ribcages
a closed affair?
deeply, shimmering a wild fluorescence
then is the horizon like a
dis‒ appearing mouth, over and over again?
a moth once entered my bloodstream, it
lingered for a moment before as if hair
had become a screen evaporating in the thinning air
of atmosphere burning.
your fingers alwayS
leave a gap of reciprocity
already missing again, a missed
departure.
the millionfingered rose
blooms like a star struck
by daggers. i peel
and pull each pinprick out
and feel colors explode my skin‒
each thorn leaves my body
slowly a jar of honey tipped over
seeping quietly like liquified amber
there is blood from forty years ago
also seven, and three and two
years ago it.
blends with the blue river
of tears that a finger thought to caress
nine
the minefield explodes back
into itself and the earth sinks
sere and handless
each speck of dust trembles once
in the ripple of ten thousand folds
learning to speak and stumbling
unfolds itself into spine-throat glottis
( ( the river zone of her tears ) )
if you trace
your body over this
the echoes haunt as ripples
of smoke bleeding into
concentric space splayed
as a worm.
DREAMS
i.
like cast a spell charmed aspiral this
is me in a small snail swollen on the cusp
of transfiguration in a day
barred like rust
ii.
she was wondering what power of suction there had to be, perhaps, to suction the lines out of the peripheral surroundings and only leave behind a hazy cotton-wad?
iii.
(as the dusk roses glow
in aftershadow of a worm-hugged tomb
the sprightly scent of a spirit's ) never-self that stair
touches frog's spine
(as if
in that dream ) hold hold hold hold hold
Paul Aster Stone is a poet, dancer, and drag queen (HAUS OF VALDES).
he travels with stolen goods and writes letters to screens. w/he dreams of re/visioning sight/e.
his first zine is trans/missions. it is a haunted house. it is a safe space for healing// with and beside the phantoms that might, come thru. (to be released fall 2018 & variant editions to come). he's sometimes @pink.privacy (ig). look there for/ a piece of him.
Troubling
Alice collected collectives. She harbored them in her mind, the way her gums had harbored baby teeth and grownup teeth, mismatched ships in a sea of cherry pink. She collected baby teeth, too—they rattled around in an old breath mint tin. She gathered things she could no longer have—her childhood mouth-bones, a sense of belonging. She memorized the collectives from a paperback book; she recited them in her head every morning as she brushed her mismatched teeth.
4 Poems by Arielle Tipa
Preparing to be Forgotten
After telling my friends that I was quitting social media, they were shocked to say the least. Some looked at me as if I were mad. Perhaps I am, a little. They asked how I was going to be invited to parties, where I was going to post my holiday pictures and how I was going to keep in contact with them.
On Keeping a Journal With My Mother
When I was in the first grade, my school began to pull me out of class twice a week to work with a resource teacher. Years later, when I asked my mother why that was, she told me it was because the school was concerned about my social skills because I was so shy and stoic and quiet. And while this bothers me now, the idea that a small brown girl would be pulled out of class to be taught how to socialize, I remember finding solace in those times with my resource teacher. I can’t recall her name, but I do remember she was a white woman with dark bobbed hair that wore the color red a lot.
You Will Simply Devour Psychic Privates by Kim Vodicka
Kailey Tedesco's books She Used to be on a Milk Carton (April Gloaming Publications) and These Ghosts of Mine, Siamese (Dancing Girl Press) are both forthcoming. She is the editor-in-chief of a Rag Queen Periodical and a performing member of the NYC Poetry Brothel. Her work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. You can find her poetry featured or forthcoming in Prelude, Prick of the Spindle, Bellevue Literary Review, Vanilla Sex Magazine, and more. For more information, please visit kaileytedesco.com.
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Tobaccoland
Jeffrey Alan Carter is a musician, composer, and freelance sound designer living in Brooklyn, New York. He is also one of the founding members of the electronic group, SANDY. His sonic aesthetic can be described as organic yet, industrial with nostalgic shades of light and dark qualities achieved through his use of synthesis.
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This Playlist Will Relax & Inspire You
Joanna C. Valente is a human who lives in Brooklyn, New York. They are the author of Sirs & Madams (Aldrich Press, 2014),The Gods Are Dead (Deadly Chaps Press, 2015), Marys of the Sea (Operating System, 2017), Sexting Ghosts (Unknown Press, 2018), Xenos (Agape Editions, 2016), and the editor of A Shadow Map: Writing by Survivors of Sexual Assault (CCM, 2017). They received their MFA in writing at Sarah Lawrence College. Joanna is the founder of Yes Poetry and the managing editor for Luna Luna Magazine. Some of their writing has appeared in Brooklyn Magazine, Prelude, BUST, Spork Press, and elsewhere. Joanna also leads workshops at Brooklyn Poets. joannavalente.com / Twitter: @joannasaid / IG: joannacvalente
Poetry by Kyle Brown-Watson
Kyle Brown-Watson is a bookseller based in Philadelphia. He has read poetry and fiction on stage for Empty Set Press and the Breweytown Social. Before that, he worked in advertising, software development, and heaven forgive him, television. He infrequently updates his newsletter Terminal Chill and is working on a graphic novel.
3 Poems You Should Read & Reread
Joanna C. Valente is a human who lives in Brooklyn, New York. They are the author of Sirs & Madams (Aldrich Press, 2014),The Gods Are Dead (Deadly Chaps Press, 2015), Marys of the Sea (Operating System, 2017), Sexting Ghosts (Unknown Press, 2018), Xenos (Agape Editions, 2016), and the editor of A Shadow Map: Writing by Survivors of Sexual Assault (CCM, 2017). They received their MFA in writing at Sarah Lawrence College. Joanna is the founder of Yes Poetry and the managing editor for Luna Luna Magazine. Some of their writing has appeared in Brooklyn Magazine, Prelude, BUST, Spork Press, and elsewhere. Joanna also leads workshops at Brooklyn Poets. joannavalente.com / Twitter: @joannasaid / IG: joannacvalente
Self-Enchantment & the Lure of Luxury: One Night at the Chateau Marmont
I can’t remember the first time I heard about the Chateau Marmont. All I can recall is that I feel like have always, always, been glamoured by it. The history. The allure. The seediness. The luxury. The pain. The celebrity. The allusion to the Golden Age of Hollywood. And oh, the stories.
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6 Jazz Albums You Should Be Listening To
Joanna C. Valente is a human who lives in Brooklyn, New York. They are the author of Sirs & Madams (Aldrich Press, 2014),The Gods Are Dead (Deadly Chaps Press, 2015), Marys of the Sea (Operating System, 2017), Sexting Ghosts (Unknown Press, 2018), Xenos (Agape Editions, 2016), and the editor of A Shadow Map: Writing by Survivors of Sexual Assault (CCM, 2017). They received their MFA in writing at Sarah Lawrence College. Joanna is the founder of Yes Poetry and the managing editor for Luna Luna Magazine. Some of their writing has appeared in Brooklyn Magazine, Prelude, BUST, Spork Press, and elsewhere. Joanna also leads workshops at Brooklyn Poets. joannavalente.com / Twitter: @joannasaid / IG: joannacvalente
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4 Sarah Vaughan Songs That You Need to Listen To
Joanna C. Valente is a human who lives in Brooklyn, New York. They are the author of Sirs & Madams (Aldrich Press, 2014),The Gods Are Dead (Deadly Chaps Press, 2015), Marys of the Sea (Operating System, 2017), Sexting Ghosts (Unknown Press, 2018), Xenos (Agape Editions, 2016), and the editor of A Shadow Map: Writing by Survivors of Sexual Assault (CCM, 2017). They received their MFA in writing at Sarah Lawrence College. Joanna is the founder of Yes Poetry and the managing editor for Luna Luna Magazine. Some of their writing has appeared in Brooklyn Magazine, Prelude, BUST, Spork Press, and elsewhere. Joanna also leads workshops at Brooklyn Poets. joannavalente.com / Twitter: @joannasaid / IG: joannacvalente