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IT WAS THE DAYS, for me, of Succession. Two of them, thirty-nine episodes. You can imagine the distress. Amanda, alas, c...
07/21/2025

IT WAS THE DAYS, for me, of Succession. Two of them, thirty-nine episodes. You can imagine the distress. Amanda, alas, could not. The last of us came in gradual, episodic spurts and then suddenly (or however that goes). I remember vividly my disgust at her suggestion that Tom Wambsgans would emerge as Waystar RoyCo’s next CEO. Wambsgans over those of noble blood or the other foppish conspirators — mere worker bees, the fools!...

IT WAS THE DAYS, for me, of Succession. Two of them, thirty-nine episodes. You can imagine the distress. Amanda, alas, could not. The last of us came in gradual, episodic spurts and then suddenly (…

Turns out the penthouse suite doesn’t suit me, too posh and roomy for my delicate tastes. Give me life’s honest feeling;...
07/14/2025

Turns out the penthouse suite doesn’t suit me, too posh and roomy for my delicate tastes. Give me life’s honest feeling; the cold concrete and steel of burning basements; the creak of a cratered rooftop. Luxury reeks like a toxic tonic, a sick and sour salve to soothe self- inflicted wounds (ingredients include juice of exploitation) and the rash that simmers on…...

Turns out the penthouse suite doesn’t suit me, too posh and roomy for my delicate tastes. Give me life’s honest feeling; the cold concrete and steel of burning basements; the creak of a cratered ro…

THE FIRST EIGHT HOURS were the best eight hours, when I still believed my l***y dreams would be fulfilled. Among the Ami...
07/07/2025

THE FIRST EIGHT HOURS were the best eight hours, when I still believed my l***y dreams would be fulfilled. Among the Amish, where I was born and raised, and up on Northstar, where I spent the better part two years, I’d marinated in high-octane fantasies of flesh and hair and spurting fluids, buttocks, breasts, and breathy whimpers, pelvis, scapulas, and collarbones, but I’d known that I was fantasizing....

THE FIRST EIGHT HOURS were the best eight hours, when I still believed my l***y dreams would be fulfilled. Among the Amish, where I was born and raised, and up on Northstar, where I spent the bette…

Just once and in the spirit of whatever winks please help me create a dearly different religion Steeped in hoot toot and...
06/30/2025

Just once and in the spirit of whatever winks please help me create a dearly different religion Steeped in hoot toot and with whistling almighties All given over unto and believed in with heavens upon from the get go Yes teach me how to sing like vines on porches or as spit-jokes do or as hummings that run past holy…...

Just once and in the spirit of whatever winks please help me create a dearly different religion Steeped in hoot toot and with whistling almighties All given over unto and believed in with heavens u…

So yes, cheetah-print carpet did whine something sensual as I pressed into it, coaxing me further upstairs because Is th...
06/23/2025

So yes, cheetah-print carpet did whine something sensual as I pressed into it, coaxing me further upstairs because Is this what everyone else knew about? Hotels, spaces, glamorous enough for one’s own reinvention? because who really belongs here but the sharpened spiders crawling along the roof we peek over, fairy lights cutting their silhouette? Later, in a ballroom cast in soft red and jazz, …...

So yes, cheetah-print carpet did whine something sensual as I pressed into it, coaxing me further upstairs because Is this what everyone else knew about? Hotels, spaces, glamorous enough for one’s …

In order of appearance:Noah Soltau teaches about art, literature, and society to the mostly-willing. He is Managing Edit...
06/17/2025

In order of appearance:Noah Soltau teaches about art, literature, and society to the mostly-willing. He is Managing Editor of The Red Branch Review. His most recent work appears or is forthcoming in Eunoia Review, Penumbra Online, Still: The Journal, and elsewhere. He lives and works in East Tennessee.Neil Randall is a novelist and short story writer who lives in Belgrade, Serbia....

In order of appearance:Noah Soltau teaches about art, literature, and society to the mostly-willing. He is Managing Editor of The Red Branch Review. His most recent work appears or is forthcom…

they assault me in my dreams grinning disjointed sneers yawping chasms causing claustrophobic paranoia possession in sum...
06/17/2025

they assault me in my dreams grinning disjointed sneers yawping chasms causing claustrophobic paranoia possession in summary distorted screams and inexcusable modes of shrieking tunnel vision dead ideologies and existential dilemmas squat bodied visions of ancient identities non-reality husks pose little threat to a cracked dream system — SCOTT C. HOLSTAD

they assault me in my dreams grinning disjointed sneers yawping chasms causing claustrophobic paranoia possession in summary distorted screams and inexcusable modes of shrieking tunnel vision dead …

IF YOU'VE EVER WANTED to know if you’re one in a million – just flip a coin. More specifically, flip a coin twenty times...
06/17/2025

IF YOU'VE EVER WANTED to know if you’re one in a million – just flip a coin. More specifically, flip a coin twenty times and have Heads come up consecutively; well, then, you’re of that rarified air. That’s how Eerum Upso saw it. And where he sat, comfortable but afraid, he couldn’t trust anything anymore, anything that could give it to him straight, except Math....

IF YOU’VE EVER WANTED to know if you’re one in a million – just flip a coin. More specifically, flip a coin twenty times and have Heads come up consecutively; well, then, you’re of that rarif…

MY FIRST LOOK AT at the new girl that Jack pushes through the cabin door ahead of him reveals that she is slim, with hai...
06/17/2025

MY FIRST LOOK AT at the new girl that Jack pushes through the cabin door ahead of him reveals that she is slim, with hair as black as mine but long and wavy. She is perhaps a full decade younger than my twenty-seven, and her skin is pale to my dark brown. She is hyperventilating. She hasn’t, I think in that moment, experienced anything like this before....

MY FIRST LOOK AT at the new girl that Jack pushes through the cabin door ahead of him reveals that she is slim, with hair as black as mine but long and wavy. She is perhaps a full decade younger th…

THE SHOW WAS UTTERLY and unapologetically high-budget trash. That was practically its title. Its actual title was For Lo...
06/17/2025

THE SHOW WAS UTTERLY and unapologetically high-budget trash. That was practically its title. Its actual title was For Love Within Reason. The premise was that an elderly king had three sons, all of whom had married good and sensible wives. The king had ten grandchildren—played by attractive actors in their twenties—who were allowed a bit of leeway in choosing their own spouses....

THE SHOW WAS UTTERLY and unapologetically high-budget trash. That was practically its title. Its actual title was For Love Within Reason. The premise was that an elderly king had three sons, all of…

THE EVER-PRESENT TEMPTATION to water down the Jim Beam flitted through Miri's mind as she turned the emptying bottle bot...
06/17/2025

THE EVER-PRESENT TEMPTATION to water down the Jim Beam flitted through Miri's mind as she turned the emptying bottle bottom-up. The sloped interior of the shot glass stared up at her, only half-brown. "Hold on, sweetie," said Miri. Her eyes did not roll but her voice did. Hers was a medium-low voice sanded down by Marlboro 27s and time. Her customer, a bearded man in denim, looked as if he had been sanded down by something worse....

THE EVER-PRESENT TEMPTATION to water down the Jim Beam flitted through Miri’s mind as she turned the emptying bottle bottom-up. The sloped interior of the shot glass stared up at her, only ha…

The day the fox staggered into the barn my father didn’t own a gun, his whole life, a pacifist, with no desire to harm, ...
06/17/2025

The day the fox staggered into the barn my father didn’t own a gun, his whole life, a pacifist, with no desire to harm, or hunt, or defend with force. At the time, I saw this as a failure of character, as a listless boat floating without hope of shore, hated his inability to kill, to watch his entire barn infected, …...

The day the fox staggered into the barn my father didn’t own a gun, his whole life, a pacifist, with no desire to harm, or hunt, or defend with force. At the time, I saw this as a failure of charac…

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