ISSUE 32 | SEP 2013

SMALL WARS

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Illustration by Ellis Calvin

Cat Pierro

The Bully

she would knock me over - « By the way— » « Yes, I know, » - but in our favorite life to reconstruct we were horselike - DID TOO, YOU DID TELL ME - bahahahahahaha OMG im in love with this!!

Alexandra Tatarsky

Babble On

the teenagers below - recognized by the seeing self, is itself bereft, at sea - the sound of an aborted Please - His name, here left to rot - Spare me O Lord - ow-ow-why or uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-I - addresses G-d in all vowels

Kelly Bolding

Girl Problems: Towards a Theory of Conjunctive Empathy

aged by layers of ash - flirtation of hysterical laughter - Godwin’s Law - every bit as moody and sexually frustrated - on a scale from one to ten? - journey to sexual maturity and adult autonomy - anger, revenge, or warfare - « a whole other story is vibrating in it » - temps mort - nothing dirty or putrid - literally eats itself - Mary-Kate Olsen - a mythical being, a fiction - (as it was in my case) intentional - a fucking Holocaust victim - splattering milk

Odelia Kaly

Me Versus Me

God’s football games - my insides turned quiet - headlines of sorts - a vacuum cleaner sidles - Oh God, okay, maybe hanging out with my friends? - give anorexia a try - the world doesn’t need more things - (according to WiiFit)

Gil Lawson

Violently Lite

she was not a liar - even as a citizen, as a responsible citizen - Two men observed the footage - as those individuals who, « venturing out », were pinned down for an interview - a clean switch between the Hero and the Martyr - a periodic « collapse, analyze, and purge » routine - the true texture of things

Wendy Lotterman

Secondary Characteristics

the excess of remorse meticulously expressed - splitting the sweetness like layer cake - I have watched the canopy of the BQE - You have to stop - do whatever you want re the party - the consumptive masterpiece where I now live

Ray Osborn

I Didn’t Think of You

« the sponge » - quite so broken - phatic - so/ patinated - I’m the - Queen Anne’s Lace - and made to bloom - ain’t