UNEQUAL TO ME* Much of the novel seems held together with a kind of teary hormonal paste. There’s been much recent parley about “men’s fiction” and the vaginal shadow it has been condemned to live in. I can sniff out the ink of the men. But has the author made his parents proud? What do...

Anselm Berrigan has just about finished tweeting in reverse chronological order most of the material from a long poem made of a spatially regulated succession of single floaty lines called Primitive State, which Edge Books will republish some time down the road. His long poem Notes from Irrelevance, published by Wave Books in 2011 seems...

Debaucher’s Trivia as Villanelle “What does it matter what you say about people? What’s the last word in A Touch of Evil?” — Jason Camlot, The Debaucher What does it matter what you say about people? If I’m up after hours, which bars should I know? What’s the last word in A Touch of Evil?...

COCK TEASE She had a raw mouth for twelve, barely-there breasts and a name that made her reckless and surly by turns. She liked to be touched and could see it might be her undoing, she fended off advances with savage fatalism or shifted just out of reach like a sunbather avoiding a creeping block...

“I fucked up bad”: Justin cracks his neck, talking to nobody. Fifteen responsible children, final semester college seniors, bloodshot, collars undone, gorgeously exhausted, return from Wall Street interviews in attitudes of surrender on the Dinky— the one-car commuter train connecting Princeton to the New York line. Panic-sweat sheens their faces. Justin hasn’t seen me yet....