Little Miss Perfidious and the Sad, Old, Pervert Hiding in the Corner
I sometimes forget my true love is the contents of the bottle, not those who pour it. But it is…
I sometimes forget my true love is the contents of the bottle, not those who pour it. But it is…
Jonas Sidell returns to Gadfly with two more poems: lamenting, peering inward, a reflection on the stripped down feeling that…
Through his series Lost Archives, Fabio Sassi explores the deterioration of the fairytale world of paper due to the rise…
I was tried. I was sentenced. A charge of murder had been brought against me. The Dueling Laws had, unknown…
The materials I have chosen to use serve my purpose because of the blatant and emotionally charged response they evoke.…
It waits in the darkness. Looking on with hungry-greedy eyes, tasting the air with a thick, grey tongue. It is…
Gazing into the abyss, the abyss gazes back also, inviting and enticing. The chasm and the huntress tease our narrator…
“Code five, all cars respond,” crackles a voice over the radio. “Homicide suspect on building on intersection of Laramie and…
When I called Anand Wilder, the lead guitarist and designated press mouthpiece for Yeasayer, he didn’t pick up, Three times.…