By Liza Sparks “…nada hay más misterioso que el destino de un cuerpo…” “…there is nothing more mysterious than the destiny of a body…” –E.M. Cioran there is no atlas …
By Adrian H Molina Bring me chocolate and herb seeds and I will plant sunflowers in-between your aching poles where divinity transforms into monstrosity and back again. Bring me royal …
By Eliza Beth Whittington It happens. You think you’re old enough. You’re in love. Or not. You planned it. Or not. Caution is thrown to the wind before the soft …
By Adrian H Molina There is always the option of violence disturbing the rehearsed silence of goth gold churches wake us all sleeping age of memes gaming fucking with fangs …
By Adrian H Molina You will see it again, on another road, at another time, in another state of being, in another dimension. The road will look back at you, …
By Meghan DePonceau I’ve been Footlocker married and loved like a dog muzzle. Just left wondering what brilliant thoughts ran through the silenced teeth that bit into it. I’ve been …
By Brice Maiurro Boulder’s not racist. Boulder has a black friend. Boulder has skyscrapers, you just can’t see them. They’re well-hidden, the fifty story high rises that people put …
By Kate Levin Bring me the bowl so I can spit: wild venom, woman at the stake, sweet kindling. Hard hands, all that wind. I think about my grandmother, …
Our Jewish Bodies by Elisabeth Bialosky for Suspect Press Spring Issue 18: You carried me through the long days and nights Of a hot Atlanta summer As I sat in the back of an Uber with you Crying Because I didn’t know where we were
revelations by John Reinhart for Suspect Press Spring Issue 18: I’m busy
writing a manifesto for the second coming and, Jesus Christ,it’s too dramatic –
America – Ginsberg Tribute by ElizaBeth Whittington for Suspect Press Spring Issue 18: America, why can’t you sleep? Maybe you can call in a favor from the pharmaceutical companies. (I’m kidding, of course, you can’t pay those premiums)
