On the corner of 16th Street and Peralta, in front of the New Jerusalem Baptist Church, is an antediluvian dopeman who will give you balloons of brown powder in exchange for exotic cheeses. For a pound of Jersey Blue you can expect at least three balloons; a pear-shaped Caciocavallo Podolico could get you six, possiblyContinue reading ““The Wheel of San Geronimo,” an Essay by David Simmons”
See all. Father, Mother, Son.
weight and wait.
where my high school best friend piles tithed hearts
in the pixelated hallow of her hands. She ascends
offerings — flat tummy tea, knee-length modesty, steamed
fruit flies suffocate
after i slip
flimsy white plastic
I stare at the ceiling
fan spinning, lazy,
my legs still shaking.
First was Neurotic Fake Woke Sadboi – nobody came and he refused to sell me weed when I wouldn’t have terrible sex with him again.
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Welcome to Snarl! We are a literary print journal that will publish and promote writers and artists of marginalized identities. Our first print issue is in the works, and we are open for submissions of fiction, nonfiction, poetry, and more. If you are a creator who fits these criteria, please submit your work to us!Continue reading “Welcome to Snarl”